"le junkie on le tier"
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february 16th Right from the get go this has been an amusing day.I've been WAITING for just such a day. The story broke this morning that (as disclosed in Schiller's book) Alex Hunter weaselishly rifled the files of RAMSEY DETECTIVES for DIRT on them! How can the public see Hunter as anything but covered in his own eelish diarrhea now! (Walking the fine line here of mentioning to you webpeople what you already know...and ATTEMPTING to leave footprints in later sarcastic sands). I am MOST excited. As I begin this posting it's only midday, during the lunch lockdown (my hot dog and potato salad are NOT rumbling good). Usually I would rest under my blanket (with my hand down pants...childishly secure) between sloshes of diarrhea...myn nerves are wrecked so I wanted to talk to YOU before I keel over. Under my blanket I came up with the notion that Alex Hunter and I should step into ONE very large pair of underwear together. He's no different from me...an abuser of paperwork...so this OUGHT to happen. We should ROLL together in a holding cell, Hunter and I, don't you think? And so, through a layer of shyness and nervousness I vow to TRY to say this nasty thing on www.peterboyles.com radio show tomorrow morning. Don't you see, I WANT IT SAID. And so, I must say it. "Par ici" would be to say, "this way". On and on. Last nite...not sleeping, I felt that I would be the first to lie in a casket with a FACE HOLE so people can throw dirt DIRECT. But this was probably done even in Jeezy Weezy's time. Amending a possible omission due to distraction by way of increased socialization since there's so many black (tarred and feathered) humored junkies in here now...did I leave out of yesterday's posting the important bit of information that the "bilbo"/make up picture hanging in a Boulder "shooting gallery" says, "pass out here and this will happen to you". Get weak and we will mock you. Throw dirt in your face. Call your jailers/employers. Advertisements in the Boulder Daily Camera claim their www.bouldernews.com website gets over 12 million hits per month. What does that have to do with anything? I'm babbling. I'm on top of NOTES all over my cell. Dep. Rogers (who knows Lou Smit and pointed out some SHIT to Smit about an inmate sex le criminal once) has several times called my various cells, "rats nests". I'll mumble to myself quietly now about how I HATED it on the occasions when I got stuck drivin the limo and not the hearse. Oh, jeezy weezy, those greivin families were NOT where it was at...no fun, unless they were RIDICULOUSLY INSINCERE. I'm getting INSECURE about my outdate again. Tensions at work. Are you aware that I have calluses all over my hands? Whatta ya think, I just lay here and YANK all the live long day? Here one gets fired through VIOLENT rejection by LAZY co wprkers. I just want to sit alone in the corner and fold my piece work cardboard boxes. When I found that OBITUARY (NECROLOGE) about John Flach in le Times Call du Longmont I also noticed some self help listings about a support group for "the nervous and former mental patients". Somebody was saying FLACH choked on his own vomit. I'll think about THAT every time I see Deputy Rider, who did the CPR. Boy, are a lot of people using "God bless you" as a shield round here. Oh, they'll put their fingers right smack up chillen when they get out. Mark my words. If I'd have done THAT I'd be hiding behind a palm tree waiting to SPRING right now.Yeppy, yep. I never lived in anything but a sleazy hotel (basically) any of the times I've lived in San Francisco. Can't wait to get back there and die in the gutter. I'm being distracted by Justin Le Junkie who's standing on the tier in my doorway talking to me right now. We are reviewing people we HATE. I'm trying to cross off note after note on a few of these lists so I can clean up. "God bless you used as a shield"...X that out....onwards...I really am laughing at HUNTER inside/double inside. Kick him! But I have unexciting problems now. I got a bunch of copies of my postings back in the mail tonight. They're all beaten up after perusal in Walsenburg's prison. Next I think I'll send them to the "sex camp" known as FREMONT. A finger in every pie (sorry about that, Morty)...yes, I must STIR. Been gluttinous; need flushing. Life will get harder again. Oh, my goodness, I almost forgot to revel in the revelation, the NASTY revelation about the websurfer known as "G SQUARED"....more accurately, about her MOTHER, and a DONKEY, in MEXICO? Am I getting that sounbite RIGHT? This is the way we argue with le public, all the live long day. Something bad feels around. God bless me. I've gone "out of season" in this pod. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |