"they did bind his limbs like jbr, only tighter"

february 12th-15th posting for the LONG weekend Over the long weekend we learn the following merely by waddling down the stairs and wrestling the remaining portions of the newspapers from the hands of the homeless in jail. We see that former Det. Steve Thomas who arrested me at the YMCA in Denver has signed a six figure book deal that will tell all on the Ramsey case which festers and gurgles idiotically and endlessly around me. To bungle, to botch, well this ~ would be a "louper."  And, "profit sharing" would be "participation aux benefices. "  Gimme gimme gimme that cabin in the woods.   Never-the-less (neanmoins)  I think this'll be a good thing in the long run for the cause of mockery of "the' system." Oh yes! But I may not read it, for I SHOULD (no I don't TRUST my outdate, that ISN'T the way it's set up,. know it learn it) be out by then.  The Satur- day just passed marked the five month EVEN point. But in IMMEDIACY we see that the long-awaited book by New Yorker Mag.writer Larry Schiller is eminent. Comes out Thurs in fact.  I rushed from my cell this morning when they popped the doors to get my clutches on the Denver Rocky Mountain News containing the 10 pages of excerpts. Had to wrestle it not from the homeless or clownish but from Cerita, a mentally ill DIMWIT of a guard who wants only to read the paper all day and to accuse people of things they didn't do. "Tapage," is for describing noise/uproar/din and it's plain to see a period of THAT has begun,   The case, for those of us with no lives of our own, is back ON.    Full boil.  We also learn that B. Morgan and other attys apparently recently flew to New Ramseyland in Atlanta to likely discuss the impending grand jury pageant appearance of le former Miss West Virginny.   Oh, did everyone LAUGH last nite at the first story on Chan. 9 wherein they put quotations from the Schiller/Brennan book up on the screen and GAVE US the image of a sneering Patsy saying, "Pal, don't even go there" to a detective    Too comical.   There should be a key on this cheapa$$ jail typewriter that automatically punches out the phrase, "Anyone else would have been arrested."  oh, we are in for some excitement in this next period.  Will this ever lead to me standing on my bunk and seeing anything of note par la fenetre (out the window)? Or will everything remain nebuleux? It comes to me through MANY soundbytes but I believe I'm hearing that les webmaster Matthews has come out okay in his dealings with his parole officer brought on by bitter attackative websurfing chatters,   Sounds like the PO thinks, correctly that Beanie and the other nutnets are harrassing Lance,   Did you know that a "lance flammes" is a "flame thrower. Know it/learn it.   The natives being restless we wrestle with the public at large in small or medium groups.   They have dirty ugly soars under thier clothes... I just know it.   I had ~ almost thrown myself (j'avais failli me jeter)  into their clutches to suffocate forever.   Why does this wretched alcoholism fail me?  Is it a fixed price (taux) that I MUST end my flat existence (veule) staring up at VENIMEUX SCUM (such as Denver and LooLoo) from a filed next to an illegal little fire (crime d'incendie voluntaire) where I have drunkenly roasted my own buttocks in desperation? (You know what I mean?) What can I fling in the face of such tormentors?  This is an age old problem for which someone invented le club.   Always ~ (toujours) beechin and naggin, I am aghast (epouvante) at YOUR arrogance.  (Believe it or not arrogance    is wholly French) Posting for Feb 12 3th 14th 15th continued   I am abreast (defronte) of society's cartoonishness at large in all the ~ mediums.   I live in such a way (de telle sorte que) that I can do nothing but be a severed head on a shelf, I can't or won't save myself this is a topic under much discussion these days with junkie Justin who bought his ticket back to jail with a recent heroin overdose.   Incidentally he was with Sara Shcantz, the daughter of the owners of the Rue Morgue bookstore and they Od'd together in Longmont.   Check the Daily camera with you busy little scanners,., ,Late January hons.   They used to shoot up with Steve Miles on a frequent basis.   They looked all through his "boxes and boxes and boxes of photos of nude teenage boys. '½ They say Monsieur Miles has "every kind of hepatitis," and that this is what prompted him at last to get off them ~ drugs. After awhile it feels ETERNAL, laughing at you all.   Perhaps in hell I can be in charge of the Ministry of Dullards.   I shall be Colonel Urine in a sash and epaulettes. K/?  Every hour on  the hour, my hell mates, your prized possessions will be soiled in my disgusting hurricane.   I shall teach you the meaning of   ONWARDS as it relates from constantly starting from NOTHING.. not a bad day at the office. Now, if we all jumped in le suicide hole, it's possible that some of us might wish to get up and SING.-.. "by the light of the silvery moon, mot the sun, but the moon,".,. now we see that even though some of us might not have ~ our makeup on PERFECT under the circumstances, we can and will still sing... but just out of the range of our firelight there is always one madkow of a patsy with a deep scowling second face just seething to explode,   A corpselike obedience (Kadaverische Gehorsamkeit) to the rules set forth by whom no one knows. It's a MAD MAD MAD world... and somewhere out there in Boulder even NOW there is a swinging lil apartment wherein many miserable but / tight skinned youths are just a-doin' their drugs and hiding from YOU. Together till they can np longer even fake a smile and are trampled by more mad cows,   ANd it is only FITTING and RIGHT that they can look up on the wall and see a photo of a WRONG.   There is a poster sized photo of one amongst them,   I didn't catch the name in last nights war stories, but I know the young junkie man lives and stomps in Boulder NOW but the photo was taken in PHILADELPHIA,   And in this abusive photo we see his NUDE and barely living body after a GOOD shot in Philly.   And his friends did pluck the clothes from the future carcass, and they did bind his limbs like JBR only tighter, and they did put humiliating makeup on his face, and, get this my creepy peeping darlings, they shoved eine , mmm, what shall we call it in this circumstance.. eine Bilbo/. . . yes, eine Bilbo up his arse,   And this was placed on the streets he walked in Philly, and this is the conversation piece in Boulder demi-monde apartments. And the unwilling model goes on about his business to this day and Justin back from near corspehood only weeks ago reports unto me that the subject of this Photograph "doesn't give a pluck,"  Justin says he "hates this world," So far the only papers I've ever had with that "amazing" year 2000 written on them are letters from my future probation officer.   You cant hack away that which is sullen and lay at the mercy of the world.   The Ginjas, the maxis have declared their Hi Tech boots rip They have strectched thier  Clotheslines from coast to coast. J.T.Colfax [email protected]   current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries