"oh god...THE EYES!!!"
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february 9th Oh, it was like a PARTY last night, when they bashed open our doors and took us to the gym for a stripsearch. Deputy O'Brien used a FLASHLIGHT to gander "all up in my biz". Everyone chatted in groups in the gym...amiably..as if they hadn't seen each other in ...oh...about an hour and 40 minutes. When we returned to the pod there was much tension as people ASSESSED the INTRUSION into their lives. Mike Sandoval next door, for instance, had his artwork ripped up. (He's been in this jail longer than anyone, save me.) A nut named Gene (who went on hormones in prison and grew breasts) got sent to the hole for the billionth time for the usual infraction of having a broken razor in his room. He removes the blade so he can compulsively cut pictures from magazines. And in this way we grow closer to our caskets...all of us...YOU TOO whatever you are doing, wherever you are. As I tried to enter the world of sleep I was agitated, and so visions...no...memories...of Corpsey Lorpsey deluxe flashed before my eyes. I'd forgotten about the HELL LOOK. Oh, goodness, how can we forget. I recall the first corpse I picked up with the hell look was reclining on a living room couch in Los Angeles. The mouth all gaped open, the crows feet STRESSED, and the EYES, good God the EYES...wider than a child on a roller coaster (or one being chased by her raging parents perhaps). One can ONLY imagine "this person saw HELL before they died." I'm telling you it's not like EVERY corpse has that look.Nopey, no, nope. Imagine what it would be to hack off the gawking head and rush it to the nearest McDonalds. One should naturally bash in the door screaming, "see what I've seen". Toss the THING in the deep fryer, as everyone runs. "Well, officer, I meant to convey that the EXPRESSION is disturbing." There is an article in this months ATLANTIC MONTHLY entitled, "When Evil Is Cool," (www.TheAtlantic.com).They have a chat forum there that must be filled to the brim with people who are better than the next...corpse. Today had an episode of progress in that I put a "kite" (request) to have an $8.00 check cut from my account so that I could order a copy of my birth certificate from Virginia. I did so. I am preparing.This horrible hovering ship requires endless papers for fuel. I must have some sort of PATHETIC identification to cash my jail check so that I might buy cigarettes when/if the blessed day ever gets here this summer. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |