"back to corpse... literally"
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january 20th How in the name of Jeezy Weezy would YOU get a heavy Corpsey Lorpsey into a HIGH DRAWER in a cheapass refrigerator? You MIGHT heave their Corpsey Lorpsey legs up and in ...AND NOW WHAT? You might SOURLY get YOUR back under theirs and THRUST. Their Corpsey arms might smack YOU. See, its THEIR FAULT. They hit me first. There's a marijuana lockdown going on. I'm a little too tired and discombobulated to go into the fine details of the interactive pile of papers I recieved last night, but I really must say that I have GLUED or otherwise caused many, many human mouths to stay PERMANENTLY SHUT; and I volunteer that service free of charge to GINJA, the blowiest of blowhards. Who does that enrage? If Ginja ever came to a complete stop who's head whose head would ram all up in her with no time to stop? We just came back from a lengthy strip search in the gym. Only enough time left before lockdown to address this and put my room back together. Rita Burger set my outdate back to July 13th. I guess if I react negatively to THAT Ruth'll say I'm a-whinin in the wind. JT Colfax P.S. Meanwhile, up in Gilpin County's jail, there is some hootch fermenting and forgotten in (probably) a detergent bottle in the laundry room. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |