"a transparent flag"
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january 8th-10th Hey, Cofegirl and Nafmar, the papers of Vancouver are called The Province and The Sun. In what way could I have flagged down their ATTENTION. "In front of your eyes, which were not looking" Little morgue drawer gonna house the homeless. That CURE already in place. So many ratty, snarly, toothless, trashy, smelly, non classy Corpsii in the cheap suited morgue. "You are hereby sentenced to live as an island and tire of yourself". OK, dvus? After Nurnberg Hermann Goering did a full cobain with a potassium cyanide twist, didn't he, "Scoobi". Two inmates from a different pod brought up Morty the mortuary pie yesterday. I guess he's in a letter I wrote to the Boulder Weekly, which took several WEEKS to arrive from Douglas County. Are you still there, "Betsy?" I very well COULD imagine having a concrete room as small as this cell built in the basement of the mansion that the public OWES me. Needle in yer eye. Yes! "Texas1", I want YOU to send ME money in payment for having run into people like you before. Cecie too. When I become a shivering drunkard in a junkyard, I'll tell this wacky story to the tumbleweeds. I'm fading OUT. I wish I could live that way. You've got to be shown the spark. THIS is what you GET. This is ambition in a downtrodden chit cluster. "How jejuene, really now". "The hip bone," (I'll say to stinking bums) "the hip bone just so happens to be connected to the vertebral column, aka the spine, so it's no concern of OURS." I remember Sgt. Purcell hacking out his class on the skeleton at Ft. Lee, Virginia...the army's training ground for it's "graves registration personnel". I've got your number. In Germany they used to guard against premature burial with a spring action flag that would erupt if Corpsey Lorpsey were not true. I went to Clarksburg West Virginia once and slopped a TRANSPARENT FLAG in some mud. You are gonna "get served". Wasn't there a miserable song in the background of "The Grapes Of Wrath"? Wasn't it called, "Thrown out the lifeline"? We are all crashing failures. Let's break into a mortuary and have a party. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |