From sparkeh.net

Somewhere, there sits a broken man, looking out of iron grilled window as his fellow inmates drag themselves around the stark exercise yard. Two orderlies stand and stare, one nudges the other one and asks "What's this guys deal?" The other leafs through a file of dirty papers and pulls out a patient profile "Ah yeah, sad story really, when they brought him in he only gave the name 'sparkeh' and a few details about what happened to him, hasn't said a word since, he just sits and stares."

As the orderlies read the story of how this man ended up in an asylum they shook their heads and made sympathetic noises. "When will people learn?" one sighed as he balled his fist and looked to the ceiling.

As the lonely sound of the retreating footsteps of the orderlies echoed down the corridor, the lips of the man slowly parted and exhaled a sigh. If anyone had been listening they would have sworn for all the world it sounded like "Sssssophossss"