"ONLY during book fallout week...not before, not after"
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february 26th-28th You can't ACCURATELY say I was FRANTIC when I arrived at the Ramsey house in June of 97, at least not to look at. What is it that you suppose that would have been secreted from me? What oil on my skin? And why does the scent STILL make people want to kick me? I am here to have my fellow man feed off me. Do I not boost them in their smugness? I needed stability and here I am. The boat only really rocked again when I got back in touch with YOU, society at large, in my cheap magical way? And when Matthews aided me in throwing down the first tablets from Mount Morty, YOU did what you always do, indignantly sought to stamp me out of your view. I don't care...this was a workable solution...bad as it was. In threatening situations one WINS if they find a livable answer. "Expliquez vous"...(out with it)...the truth is THE ANSWER was to have happened in Vancouver. As for les fire and note festival at la maison Ramsey, I know YOU can scroll back those newspaper files to see that the police TITILATED YOU by revealing that I had a letter in my posession containing the sentence, "SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN TODAY". (Note: even though Judge Bellipanni ordered that letter released back to me, Det. Gosage told my sister he'd only give up a xerox, not the original). The letter also contained the lamentation, "Oh, why didn't I just AIDS myself to death?" There were other sentences showing the true mood. But they weren't wanted. I'm not crazy...and therefore...I'm not wrong. But perhaps I suffer a form of reflexive negative conformity. My senses of expectation lead me to fear the worst in my fellow man. If caught wrong, they will only shrug after harming me. Deputy RIDER opened my mail on Friday night. Couldn't help but smirk as his eyes ran across the headline of a BNF posting by "WHITNESS" reading" "MENSTRUAL FLUID COULD BE THE KEY". Mail opening time is so UNCOMFORTABLE due to you vicious people so I said, "I think they served menstrual fluid for lunch today", but I don't think RIDER caught that. Trying to BLUNT the obvious fact that it was more Ramsey crap. Anticipation is so HIGH these days. Surely the pageant will begin as soon as it's CONVENIENT for the Ramseys to fly in from Atlanta. (Why not just pick up the phone and call in a pilot)?. Somehow some inmates got a hold of a pair of female inmate panties. They draped them over Deputy Bill Weiss's radio antennae. This sort of ANIMAL HOUSE is NOT where you'd want to boil in pretrial nagging in a famous case. Nopey, nope, no.Once again I will tell you that IF the Ramseys are brought here they will be relentlessly MOCKED in babyish voices. Matthews used to do it to "NO NECK" in the old medium B module. And "NO NECK" didn't kill his daughter. Nopey, nope. I've had to live "en eveil" (on the watch) all weekend due to this same atmosphere. "Gardner in chamber" means "to keep one's room". "Caqueter" would be, "to gossip". And so gossipping is the CHEIF occupation here, and my bowels are on les block for roasting. Still, uncomfortable as it is, I suppose it's nothing compared to "les haute forneau" (blast furnace) the Ramseys will go through...IF...that is to be. It's hard to hear mocking or have it be effective in a cabin in le forest. "Speak your mind" in French would be "Parlez Franc". I have recieved an email wherin the party in the first part asks me if I'm SERIOUS when I recently posted that I can't wait to get back to San Francisco to keel over in les gutter. Hons, do you really suspect after all these words that all I care about in life is the Ramsey case? It's just another thing les gendarmes hassled me about once. There's been so much in life to digest. Remember the time when I was prostituting in Los Angeles and les TRICK clapped his hands, signalling at least 3 huge dogs to burst in from the yard via a hole hidden behind a chair? Oh, I never told you. That would be because life goes on. And then, it doesn't. I am withered. I will get what's coming.WATCH ME PAY THE BILL. YOU demanded it all along. I wrote for more translations from Monsieur Dias at les Hotel Scribe in Paris. I could kick myself fro failing to ask him how one would say, "they ought to build a rickety roller coaster right through the intestines of each jail, wait for the inevitable crunch." The Nazi's sent the cremains of prisoners home with a NOTE du apologize (sometimes). Sunday morning finds me a jangled up coffee drinking wreck. I got this SPEEDING feeling , I think, from going off the ZOLOFT after a year. Lightheaded. Nervous. I see the editor of the Daily Camera decided today to treat the public to my lessons on how to light a cigarette using a vacuum cleaner, tissue, and pencil lead. As you webbers will probably have seen I blamed Charlie Brennan, the "researcher" for "PERFECT" for a contraband cig. One of ;es wannabes who was involved in a drunken "fracas" in the jail a few months back is intimating that I've given out some sort of "secret" the guards didn't know about.Inmates in other pods are giving me les thumbs up thru les windows. A truer picture. Did ANYONE happen to notice that on February 19th when all the Ramsey fallout from the "Perfect" book was flying, that large ads began appearing in les Rocky Mountain News with the headline, "Open basement window wells can cause serious injury"? Some of the text: "these basement windows also allow easy ACCESS (emphasis mine) for theives into a home. Many home security systems do not detect broken windows and these windows are usually easy to open by an intruder". The ad is from Liberty Home Products at www.LHPINC.com, 1800-303-9397, and it ran ONLY during book fallout week...not before, not after.An article in this morning's Daily Camera said the "denoument" is CLOSE at hand in the R case...and even mentioned AT LAST the process of possibly booking les Ramseys here at les jail. They'd be wise not to fight extradition. That Atlanta jail is no fun. Tomorrow March begins, thank God. This has been a rough weekend, but it SEEMS some of the loud mouth problems are ebbing. Another thing while it crosses my mind. A week ago I called Peter Boyle's radio show to mention my FIXATION that Alex Hunter and I should wear the same underwear. I also happened to mention on the air that I'm led to BELIEVE that the OTHER case the "Ramsey" grand jury is working on has to do with eine swishing fruit named BEN BANKS, and something to do with check cashing schemes. Well, the person who told me that...Ben Bank's co defendant...suddenly went to prison on Friday morning. The thing is..there was a prison run the day before. I've NEVER seen DOC come here TWO days in a row. Speaking of DOC, people have been rumbling for almost a year about the impending ban on smoking in ALL Colorado prisons. It happens tomorrow. After lunch (bologna sandwich/potato salad) one of webmaster Matthew's old cellmates is back in jail and did proceed to stick his black and blue face in my door this morning. He'd been in a drunken brawl WHILST wearing one of Ms. Haddons's ankle bracelets. He said he felt funny when he got up a little while ago. He blew his nose and BROKE it by doing so. I gave him some coffee. Whatta ya gonna do. He's been here enough to know that putting in a kite to "medical" is USELESS. They'd give him...what...a ratty blanket? I am truly wrecked. I'm gonna lock my door and hide under my (ratty) blanket. I don't know what I'm doing today and the mood in the pod can only be described as "hargneux"...(bad tempered). This just in: I finally HEARD a portion of "PERFECT" about me. A bad day gets worse. Will discuss it tomorrow. Can anyone snail me xeroxes of those pages? current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |