"morty sighs in dismay"
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december 7th If'n you were to occupy time by going to a LARGE public library and whipping out the microfilm for the New York Times, and if you "scrolled back" to the first reports of Lincoln's assasination, you'd see that AFTERWARDS somebody did SHOUT into the crowd, "has anyone any stimulants?" I hope I get some mail after that long weekend just passed. Stimulation. I bet Brian Morgan and the DA's (his friends) and Lou Smit felt it was "traitorious" for the police to TAKE NOTE of the tainted evidence/pretend you weren't there sitauation. Not VERY teamlike! Oh, LOU, you are gonna go to YOUR corpsehood a DISGRACE...a conniving, back room cheatin, BAD cop. The bus is comin. But as for me, everyone whip out your jews harps, for one day I'll tell you of my "darker purpose" but not today. All bones will be picked clean B4 I get outta here. When you are not just doing transports,but you are rotting YOUR life away IN a funeral home, one thing you'll do at closing time is to go around and close dem caskets. Goodnite Irene! And here's the LITTLE trick I hope you don't mind spending 1 MINUTE to learn...what you do is take SOMETHING, don't matter WHAT, but something to prop the door open a lil bit. Maybe an enbalming fluid bottle...maybe just roll up the caskets dust cover if there isnt a big "casket spray" of flowers on it. You prop that lid open a little so that you don't smash it down in Corpsey Lorpsey's face. If you DO THAT you will end up like ME wherin one day I opened a casket to find I'd caused a HUGE makeup imprint of Mrs. Corpse to appear on the inside lid. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus," I did exclaim. I was running all over the funeral home collecting supplies like white-out etc...anything to get that ugly ART offa there before the family arrived that morning. Quicklike let me tell you of a moron named "BLUE" cuz of his hair dye. A young idjut in the BJJail. (Matthews knows him). Now Blue's father is in prison. So Blue writes to his dad and tells him he's in jail, see, on an LSD selling case, see, and he says, "I only had a 10 strip on me luckily", see. So the next time BLUE hears anything about this letter it's when Blue's public defender slides him as XEROX of it and castigates him for writing it. It's in EVIDENCE now. It was read by a prison censor, and copied, and sent to HUNTER'S office for JUST that purpose: evidence. So there I was writing babbling details about the ARSON at the Ramsey house to RANDOM businesses all over town. These folks call in the authorities. My public defender hears about it and "advises" "knock it off". But none of these DOZENS of letters ends up in EVIDENCE. "Morty", the mortuary pie, is DEEPLY rolling his sunk in eyes at THAT ONE, hons. And to think I wouldn't BE HERE to purge suchlike if they'd just tried to look at what happened to me in a different light. They COULD have come down on the side of, "let's get him outta here" and given me ONE year or so. But instead I'm SENTENCED to sit and WATCH the ugly legal maneuvering. The wheels on the bus go round and round. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |