"the letter from the hotel scribe"
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february 1st Oh, my fellow wretches (and I have PROOF your'e out there AND wretched), .....what a day I had today where everything rained for the best. First of all it is February... I remember when the concept of 1999 seemed SO FAR AWAY. But more than that I was finally blessed with a cell of my own this morning. That is what I- came here for! And now, after these jostling helacious last three months, I have it back. ... and not a moment too soon, I must say. My rotting was beginning to show. Bill Weiss ,who runs the work program I'm in ,asked me today if I had black eyes. I glossed over the old beating at Douglas County (one moves on) and said that this is the look of overwrought sleepless STRESS. Sometimes I guess the thrust or le coup de pointe is to hilite MISERABLE words as if I'm writing a cheap gossip column about the goings on (agisements) of the worst human conditions like they are stars of Hollywood or murder. And then there's MORTY le salon mortuaire pie... .we could feature him in bold print doing le can-can in gay paree. (Those harvested eyes perhaps a bit bloodshot) Paris. Paris! We have received word from Paris today! Merci, Monsieur Sylvain DIAS, le concierge at le Hotel Scribe. Monsieur Dias emailed me (via my webmasters) in response to my letter to thier hotel asking for the translations to a few bitter sentences. He notes that typically translation services are reserved for thier guests, but Monsieur Dias says they ve taken my "discomfort" into account and decided to grant me this favor. This simple thing made me leap about my new peaceful cell. I kid you not when I state that on this document Monsieur Dias wrote "We_know you crave truffles in your sleep and whisper French phrases with your housemates.".... Oh, if only that were true. My 'housemates" are glued to the television and discussion centers around farting. I wonder if in French jails they scream like apes at the Eurovision Song contest just as my housemates did during yesterdays Superbowl.... and would French inmates giggle to one another something such like: "Whew, that one smells like you ate a bad truffle... ha... ha... ha." Anyway, why don't you pauvre diables (poor wretches) out there
pull up an escabeau(stool)and, even though many of you vehemently believe
I should NOT be interacting with people, let us now take a more difficult
French lesson than we have hitherto been accustomed to....
ENGLISH: "LET THEM EAT CAKE IN BEAUTIFUL CABINS IN THE WOODS." FRENCH: ""Laissez les manger le gateau dans de belles carlingues dans la foret." ENGLISH: "In my exhausted state I felt it was best to head for a foreign country in which to fall apart." FRENCH: "Dans mon etat espuise je me suis senti qu'il etait le meilleur
pour voyager a un pays estranger dans lequel je tomberais en morceaux."
I don't want to be ONLY a miserable wretch. I want to go onwards and onwards. I have a special dispensation that allows me to ROT and stay alive. (One websurfer named MUNI suffered this condition in her brain years ago till it was all eaten.... and STILL she goes on) . (www.bouldernews. com that's generally where you may find the haters and a few others I sometimes refer to. .. .I think it takes 24 hours to register there, but it's free) (there has become a need I see to repeat that every now and again)
ANYWAY:
Before the sun went down tonight an optical illusion involving oceans
of clouds made it look like an avalance would pour down on Boulder from
the Mountains. Perhaps the Ramsey case will EXPLODE soon.
I get the strangest feeling as I stew in my own juices for the good of
society.
(NOTE: Feeling kinda feverish; am gonna break the tone for a rare moment to say I am so glad to have made it to this damn single room. I have recieved a variety of emails tonight, from Finland even! ...but many were dull Christian better than you complaints. Still, Furby, Finland, Mrs. Brady, and of course the arrival of the French translations which I really never expected have really given me a shot in the arm, combined w/ the peace that'll come once I GET A FEW GOODNIGHTS of sleep. Doing this is SO personally valuable to me, and it is so nice to hear that there ARE people out there. I'm always getting these ATTENTION accusations, but a FEW people are all thats necessary. If I am allowed to remain in that room I will hopefully be able to work so much more carefully in mapping out the important details I want to discuss towards the end of this project. I should point out to friends and haters alike that Lance and Lisa put a lot of work into putting these posting up. It is NOT very likely that this sort of daily jail saga will APPEAR OFTEN on the net for the simple reason that it's IMPOSSIBLE to find people like them who'll devote so much time to raising an obscure voice. Not to mention tha t surely the powers that be will make it increasingly difficult as this sort of thing breaks out now and then. Anyway, I should once every now and again say how grateful I am to them. and to those what MIGHT contact them and help them. [email protected] As for me, I must be snailed to under my real name, and there's not
much you'd be ALLOWED to send me even if you wanted.. .no stamps, etc.
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