november 27th-29th
Do I have the RIGHT to have the Jameson phenomenon NOT really grab
me? ( Wiltonjr/Scanner/Suebead)
I can barely lay down or sleep. Lumps all over head. Wish I could have
an eyepatch ( Jan/Rascal/Betsey/Ted)
One of the lighters (Murphy) that I dropped into the R HOUSE (Rodney)
I found at a busstop in nearby Chataqua
Park.(1080). When first I arrived at the R house (space) it was way
too LIGHT, so, (Katee) after just looking at it for awhile I
went to the park (Jeff). I was lugging (Jacques) everything I could
carry in a duffle bag (Kay). And to think I thought ( Ruthee)
the display could use the added touch of another lighter ( Reese) on
the floor.
Auntiebj, do you have any asprin? I was beaten by territorial IDIOTS>
It was senseless, Scoobi, senseless. These morons
thought I had spat in the shower. (ginx). THAT'S ALL, Birdy. And I
DIDN'T anyway Stingray. Now I'm in the medical
segregation pod with just one other guy, skylurk. But I hope we're
gonna go ONWARDS, beanie,lindaws and Dianne.
I am SO uncomfortable but at least I wheedled down some of this webmess
Matthews sent me which FINALLY caught up
with me. And so I sat on my bunk (rocking back and forth) going through
the pages. Like a radio actor reading a script I
tossed unnecessary pages to the floor.."COLFAX SAYS GOETHE HAS NODULES"
etc. All that sort of stuff went in the
trash. Oh, I looked at the responses and giggled but one MUST pare
down. And so, Jameson stuff went the same way. I
established a good solid American GHOSTHOOD for myself once in Clarksburg,
West Virginia. I sent my words and photos
there. I even sent report cards from elementary school. I can't be
amused by a blurry namechanging ghost like Jameson.
The Jameson phenomenon is a crashing disappointment to see given such
credence.
"Your honor, I just remembered I left the bathwater running, so, you
understand, I MUST be going."
I'm less than thrilled when I see Daily Camera stories in the Rocky
Mtn News. Former Daily Camera reporter ALLI
KRUPSKI...I KNEW her to be a LIAR. Pure young stuck up scum. And a
liar! I mean she MADE UP parts of her stories. I
would like to manufacture her casket outta my own chit.
Mrs. Brady, how many days til I can have some chicken soup and an ice
pack?
Pasta Jay and JR used to get the managers of the restaurants onto the
private plane and whisk them off somewhere nice for a
meeting.
I have developed a helacious uncomfortable snore.
I was trying to tell you something before yesterdays negligent attack
on my person....
ah yes, VANCOUVER, X-mas, trudging through snow with a note. I was
on a mission there. It will throw sawdust in the
gastank of the "ATTENTION" angle. Oh no, I am a one of a kind! But
one recycles unused actions. There was more reason
than you yet know for the fire. When I tell you it will be as if I'm
standing B4 you and in a fit of pique I pull my own kidneys
out for examination. "Here, for Christsakes, this is WHY I went to
VANCOUVER." The climax shall be as a bad note on a
tuba. Gameshow music when one has lost.
Several guards actually officially apologized that the beating happened
in their facility.
I failed to get up on time for headcount this morning. I was deeply
asleep (at last) and dreaming that I was interviewing George
Harrison ???
Don't any of you feel sorry for Patsy in any way? Let's imagine her
buried up to her neck in a surburban graveyard. Eyes
taped open, she must relentlessly stare at her daughter's tombstone.Thrice
daily forcefeeding of regurgitated
pineapple. I offer that visual to soften the blow of asking once again,
don't you feel sorry for Patsy?
I was sympathetic to her up through about time of fire. After sampling
I said in AP interview I understood the difficulties Patsy
was having with the handwriting samples. (Only place I know for sure
that picked it up was Longmont Times Call sometime in
the mid 20's of May 97.)
What is it with people and CONTROL? There's only ONE guy in here and
it's ALL ABOUT what HE thinks we should put
on trays when lunch is over, what HE wants to satiate his TV addiction
with, and who should clean what. Wait'll JR insists that
a pod tune in on Wall St Week in Review!
I'll LOOK severely beaten till well after X-mas.
This will rival that fateful X-mas in Vancouver for miserable isolation.
I was there for SIX WEEKS.
I see in the sunday paper that some old drunk metamorphed into a Corpsey
Lorpsey at the Boulder Jail on Saturday. Maybe
Patsy will make the change when she gets there.
Oh, I forgot, I'm expressing sympathy for her today. NO,I am expressing
ambivalence.
I don't care about HER. I bet she's shopping up a Christmas storm in
the Buckhead section of Atlanta right now.
It has come to me that JIM COLVIN'S mortuary TRANSFER SERVICE has gone
out of buisness. I used to work for that
evil bucktoothed gnome. Talk about taking PHOTOS! Gawd did he brag
of his collection. Why HORAN &MC CONATY
mortuary would hire him, I DON'T KNOW. Especially since I KNOW, that
THEY KNOW he is a still-life photographer.
Why am I just so damn prosecuteable! Oh, they'll be MORE on this later.
Where I'm living now in medical isolation reminds me of the quarantine
area they used to put returning astronauts in. No one
occupies the rooms upstairs. There's just me and one other guy in the
separate neighboring cells downstairs. My neighbor sits in
the day room...our little living room, if you will, and plots out days
and days of TV viewing at a time.
I feel groggy and dull. My blood is bringing me a natural drug manufactured
for crisis recovery. The uncertainty, the moves, the
stress, the physical attack and then the quietude of this lost pod.
I can lay awake under my blankets for days at a time. Waiting
for the next kick of a jackass. Lowest level of outside input since
I was incarcerated 18 months ago.You can't get much more
LOST than this. And from THIS I TAKE CERTAIN rights and liberties.
I wish I'd had a phuckin clownsuit when I was getting photographic evidence
of the human condition.
