"no more clippings"
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january 21st Still a long hauling anxiety to get up to my own cabin on the tier. My little Nicarauguan sprayed cleaning chemicals all over the room., which give me a backbrain headache. There's a guy in here who asked me not to write about the fact that a 17 year old left a newsworthy bomb on his doorstep. Matthews knows him. (It's none other than the bastard who kept saying, "whaddaya gonna do" to me...talking about "after Matthews gets out". Anyway, since he came up outta the blue with some AGENDA by asking me NOT to write about it I simply turned into a slack jawed yokel and explained to him that after McKinley was shot they tried to nourish the comatose president by shoving milk soaked bread up his arse. So the intended bomber said, "hmmm?" I guess what I was trying to say is "don't you worry about the website, baby doll." A neighbor had a seizure last night, bringing in all the frantic guards. In the chatscripts...or...maybe it was an email ...I see Ruth wonders why I would risk my goodtime by writing on the internet. Well, that's a CURIOUS thing. Why would some slovenly mad kows call the jail long distance to complain about me writing on the web? The chicken or the egg? And why would the jail move me from place to place denying it's about communicating on the net, but THEN have it all decided that I'm not to work in the kitchen upon my return? That means they LIED, my darlings. Oh, I know the YAWN and SHUDDER one exuded when the words, "Civil Rights" come into play as far as inmates go. And many of you bon bon munching lifeless cyborgs think I deserve a barbed wire enema for what I'm doing...but...then...there's those LAWS you love to love. I aint a breakin no laws, see. But whether you LIKE civil rights laws or NOT they exist; and by impeding in my mailings and lying about it THEY break laws. OVERLAP_DOUBLE_OVERLAP, so what we do now is insert finger up nose and FLING...you see, we can be HAPPY in the knowledge that I was ONLY as "abusive" as a mortician as many cops are in their jobs...or maybe even as a lawyer like Ginja might be in her mailing practices. I'm just more OPEN about it, cuz, see, I'm tired and I have a headache and I was born to decompose alive. Further may we REALIZE that it's not the "kitchen" that was the concern, it was the single cell...the peace...that wenrt with it. And so 20 extra days in jail just for some peace and sleep. Now Beanie says I'm "selfish" with no elaboration that I can find in
this packet. "Cellfish". Press the sense of loss button. Wait for product
to fall. Remove when slot opens.
Everyone is selfish. And anything you say can and will be used against you. Now send me ten dollars, OK...bye bye. I think it should be clear my outlook is jaded and shaded by a longstanding sense of impending doom. Soon every jail and prison will have a gossipy website devoted to it. Oh, they'll be some posturing then. There will be so many cool little words and notions. Trailing off...due to headache...I can't help but think that the scrimshaw between Ginja's teeth is some sort of remains of a yuppieish pasta dish. One bum, just one bum's feet stunk up the entire jail yesterday. Bill Weiss, who runs the "productive day" work program, said it was "close to the record" for most pungent, but not quite. I've been trying to remember to tell you two little things about that "party blower" I inserted into two Corpsey Lorpsey's mouths in Arapahoe County. One is that another mortician gave it to me. It was from the birthday party his family threw for him. He knew what I wanted it for. And TWO, one of the corpses I used that prop on had already had her mouth wired shut real good. Could barely get it to stand up. And the moment after I snapped the photo the party horn actually propelled and boinged itself dully to the very quiet floor. Suddenly I'm not allowed to recieve newspaper clippings . That's new. Some arrived tonight and were discarded without me seeing them. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |