"chaise lounges in front of a full blast retort"
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february 23rd There's an article in today's Denver Post about an online female inmate dating service. (www.womenbehindbars.com). Reporter Bill Briggs quotes LIZ MCDONOUGH of the Colorado Dept. Of Corrections as saying, "as long as there are people willing to put that kind of information out there, there's not a whole lot we can do about it". The story says DOC has been tapping into that site "for about a year". "There's really nothing illegal that's being dealt with," says McDonough, "we monitor to make sure it stays that way". Well, I'm not in DOC's sphere, but xeroxes of some of my postings ARE in les penitentaries (whatever), and some DOC inmates are having outsiders mail them more. So maybe Liz is lookin in. If not, we KNOW there's a facsimile. But perhaps the Denver Post article will clear up some rightful issues for morons all around: THIS AINT ILLEGAL. Today was a rotten day. Some freak at work is goading me into a fight. I was called out to go to court, which was a mistake it took over an HOUR to stressfully correct. I thought perhaps I'd be run past the Grand Jury. I couldn't figure out why...but I had to think, "what could this be", and the only logical answers were 1)Grand Jury and 2)transport to Justice Center NOT for court, but to talk to...whom...future probation officer?...DA's?... Nothing happened but sweat. I thought one of you FREAKS, you WHINING SQUIRMING FREAKS, online, had done something...something ELSE...again. And so...webmaster Lance sent me a batch of printouts from chat that he used to illustrate the possible insanity of GSQUARED,1080,COFEGIRL,POISNIVY, PRESTON (WILTON), COPIER and others to his parole officer. These are les SCUM who have RUINED www.bouldernews.com. And so STOOPID too. You want les dirt on Lance? Oh, hons, imagine me flopping a limp wrist at you now and saying, "I know it all". (That is if les expression, "knowitall" isn't OWNED by Ginja). For one thing, Lance doesn't chit by the "clair de lune", oh nopey nope...no, when he was here you might go to ask him something and there he is sitting on les pot with the LIGHT ON, reading Dean Koontz. I can tell you one thing, you shant outmaneuver (tromper) him when it comes to RELENTLESS lance flammes (flame throws). Me, this stuff turns le stomach. In part because most of you whose words I can see from here are so artlessly dull. I hope to shoplift "mad grips" of food in order to raise le prix YOU have to pay. Your "flaming" doesn't cause me a piffle of interest, and if it were to be said that your nasty barbs make me "angry", I would think it an exagerration UNLESS one means to include how thse mal mots DEEPEN my conclusion that I'm in a planet full of IDIOTS. That would be the only adrenalistic aspect to 90% of les postings. (Although it is interesting...more negative proof...when one bares TWO faces). I hav gone to ridiculous lengths to look for hope or a cheap change to fool myself. I wait for life to happen and resent the lack of life in others. Ironically, then, I seem lifeless. "No skiing for me today; you can see by the look on my face that you'd regret a long mountainous car ride with me:". Les Nerves Shattered. The high cost gets higher and higher. Live like you'll never make it to 18, then 21, then 25, then 30, and, oh lordy lord, ls bill comes. And this is the struggle that "dvus" rightly spoke of being common to many, not just me. Yes, hon, I know; it is for THEM that describe le maladie. Continued stress leads to insanitized perceptions, or les glug glug glug...so, if we understand that, why are we not equipped with spare...(even very spare)...cabins in le forest? (Don't forget a nice slice of le gateau)...k? My friend Justin le junkie is no more. Vaporized. Apparently he spoke unpleasantly to les beeyatch who teaches les class he was forced to attend, and he was sent back to intake., and so I eat alone. He had SUCH a highly low developed sense of humor and ability to spot les miserable worst in people. Outside his door there was a pile of dirty socks and underwear. Well, what now...back to reading books and flaming with YOU. You see, Justin was here well over a year ago and to have him back towards the end of my sentence was bookendishly, fiendishly right. He goes on to prison in Kansas next, again. Like last time. Revolving door of parole. He reported to me that televisions in Kansas prisons are made of clear plastic, and that les inmates there were STRONGLY encouraged to order Girl Scout cookies from guards. But mostly (when not joking about molesting children) he would say, "I cant believe I could only make it for a month". That is how long he was out before he OD'd with the daughter of the owners of les Rue Morgue. He's certain he will die if he uses heroin again, and he is certain he will use heroin again as soon as he is done in Kansas. (About 19 months). Justin used to hang out/shoot up with Ramsey case "star" Steve Miles. He couldn't believe it when I told him Miles's mother was able to accompany him to court and was on TV. He took pleasure in ( se conplaire a ) envisioning the scene. I see "Connie" says to "Scoobi", "I don't flame, I respond to flames". Now if only Connie and I could set up chaise lounges in front of a FULL BLAST RETORT while watching "Scoobi" roast into the beyond.We could drink tea (with our pinkies up) and say, "we are beyond THIS, are we not?" There ARE nice people. I must acknowledge that...evn as they walk on by. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |