clownprince's Journal

Book of Laughs page 1
So.. Back in the funny farm that is Arkham once again.

Got a new shrink today. A man this time. They won't risk pairing me with another woman shrink after my little Harley gal. Which only goes to show that the people running Arkham are slightly smarter than I gave them credit for.

Which means they are just barely smarter than a snail. Hahahahaha.

*frowns* Laughter loses its magic when one has to resort to writing it. Oh well.

In any case, I've been given this nice little book and a pencil to write my 'thoughts' down. Hmmm. They were dumb enough to give me a pencil? And their intelligence level drops back down below that of snail. How sad. I shall have to, someday, lighten up an orderly's day by showing him the ol' vanishing pencil joke.

So as I was saying, I'm back in Arkham again, for just a short stay of course, while I relax. And the new head shrinker gave me this nice book and even let me decorate it a bit in shades of bright purple and orange in the hopes I will write down my deep dark secrets. And they say I'm crazy and tell jokes?

My cell is once again the shatter proof, bullet proof, humor proof glass box like last time. I have a bed made of the same substance as the walls, no blankets of course. You do one little joke by showing an orderly how you can turn a blanket into a garrote and suddenly they no longer allow you a blanket? A desk made of the same material as the walls and bed. At least I don't have to write on the floor.
My booky book of laughs and the before mentioned pencil... I really have to show them the disappearing pencil trick.. but then I won't have anything to write with...

What to write about it?

*draws picture of shrink behind a desk with a pencil through his eye*

Hmmm. The shrink gives me an idea. I'll talk about my wayward lost little lambakins... Harley.

I remember the first time I saw her like it was only four years ago... Which oddly enough, it was! She was so damn cute with those glasses she had on and the pigtails. Nobody else at Arkham could ever meet my eyes but she stared into mine fearlessly. Which of course meant I had to break her.

Oh I knew it would take time. I had to get inside her skull, root around a bit. Find out what she cared about and twist it to suit my needs. But I had time and I knew she would be good for a laugh or two.

Oh look booky book.. it's din din time.
I notice the orderly remains in my cell with the door open.... Maybe I should show him the pencil joke?

Ah. Looking him over I noticed he had a tiny pin with a card club symbol with a tiny 2 inside the club. So he's one of mine. My newest precious joke. A cult based on cards dedicated to me being their god. He was holding the door open as in invitation to leave if I wanted to. I gave the good little #2 a shake of my head letting him know I was content to stay at club Arkham for a while longer.

To coin a phrase from the immortal Roger Rabbit. "I'll leave once I find a way to do it in a funny way."

Well booky book.. Time to play with the minds of security I know is watching my cell by giggling loudly for the next three hours. Next time we'll discuss more my breaking of Harley gal.