Every time you break out they add another 20 years to your sentence.

And I will never live long enough to spend all of that time in prison. So what’s my motivation for staying locked?

Don’t you ever get tired of the same old song and dance? You commit a crime; I stop you. You go to jail. It happens every time.

Honestly, I’d love to stop breaking out of prison but first you’d have to stop locking me up.

He stopped the car at the gate and the guards came to get me. They tied me to a gurney so I couldn’t slip away. There was no point in breaking out right now. Not with him here. What would be the point? I’ve gotten out before. I’ll get out again. They would try harder to keep me there but that was all part of the fun. Why shouldn’t I keep at it? I wasn’t meant to live behind stone walls. No. Order and confinement won’t do. And the rest of the world shouldn’t have to live that way either. They can’t see the cage they live in but I do. I just want to free them from their socially built prison of rules. Is that so bad? It’s just no fun stuck locked inside here. It doesn’t matter that he will lock me up again as long as I can get out and spread a little madness.

 I am chaos. No prison can hold forever.