"put in some eyedrops and DRIVE"
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march 1st To be or not to be, LOSER THE KLOWN. To be a loser is a FUNNY and ZANY thing. Oh, the aggradizements! Never let loud know it alls distract you, fellow losers, from the fact that you serve to prop them up. Surely some of you WEB PEOPLE can DIG up some information on just where in HELL I can wander off to in the woods and be left UNMOLESTED when I get outta here. The whole WORLD needs to caqueter (gossip) and rumorize, and make it OBVIOUS that there is a place to go to be left alone. To sit out the nagging, irritating storm. Somewhere in the Orinoco? I don't care. Just don't think you've PROVIDED for us if you rope off 2 acres in the South Pole and put up our TRANSPARENT FLAG there. Be realistic! But what do you do? Instead you prefer a mini-loserville in each county. A jail. And you FAIL to recognize the PROBLEMS that get people rafted in here. I don't like to touch on this nerve. (The message in the bottle came back with the word, "REJECTION" stamped across it). I feel that. I will soon lose a tooth (dent) or two on the bottom left side. As it is for everyone: tick, tick, tick. There'll be no social security for me...mumble mumble; fucking ratty blanket is all I get...tick, tick, tick, tick. I had to take the afternoon session off from work cuz I looked SHRIVELED. During les morning work period I was folding cardboard boxes in les gym when I journeyed to les toilettes. Whilst there I thought I distinctly smelled EMBALMING FLUID. I knew Morty must have put a little piece of his pie in my hole and was probably on the other side of the mirror winking, blinkin and bubblin-gurglin. I have been SWOONING to put it simply. Luckily, Bill let me take the afternoon off to sizzle and freeze under les blanket. Since I'm not usually in the module in the mornings and afternoons I'm not very aware of what goes on with the classes they teach here during that time. But it is astounding that they bring women up from their pod to attend. Perhaps one can hand me Patsy's arrival announcement card. (Little hearts drawn on it?) There's a freshfaced lil boy in here, and I was talking to him,heir soir, (last night) about yesterday's Daily Camera story about the impending end of les grand jury. Others were listening and I decided to STICK the kid with a surprise TONE by declaring, "and when John Ramsey gets here they're gonna put him on a boat (temporary portable bed) in YOUR room". Since the kid was both dull and image concious, he immeditely SNAPPED, "they'd better not put that muddaphucker in my room". Then I brought les temperature down by moving onwards to how, "If anyone ever needed to be PC'd it would be John Ramsey". And we all discussed les logistics of monsieur Ramsey's being placed in DISCIPLINE CELL#15 IF he arrives. I've finally HEARD a bit about what "Perfect" says about me> Damn that ALLI KRUPSKI....I would never say what they say I said. Maybe in writing...and later, like now, when I know she's a LIAR. Whatever. And I'd certainly had les SEX before, during, and after the army. (Even with the army). One thing I SHERE is lookin forward to is eine donut (he says, changing les subject). A polygraph really just senses emotional REACTIONS, and I do believe I'd REACT to a donut right now...beer and cigarettes too. Is it true cigarettes are now $2.70 a pack? I was a bystander at death's door, and so I resign myself to (prendre son parti de) the fact that a bright shiny donut is EXCITING but n embarrasing job interview/rejection festival is NOT...and so I speak of one, NOT les other, no matter HOW MUCH PRESSURE is brought to the surface for YOUR ("everything is equal/I have les problems too") CONTROL. I hear my toilette flushing! Big ole outburst of private laughter. People without meaning embrace les senility. Wipe les cremains offa yer suit, put in some eye drops and DRIVE. Les aristocrat in the next grave is taking measures to press les sense o loss button and hold eine congress to establish reasons why you should be moved to les ratty end of les graveyard. A bitter overweight wretch in NYC "wrote to me". Actually, all he sent, and it arrived today, is a clipping from les Post du Nue York. It is a mention about my NET activities in Cindy Adams's gossip column. (She mentions the email from Paris!). Unfortunately my wretched "friend" saw fit to write HATEFUL remarks all over les clipping, and to circle the word, "idiocy" where Madame Adams describes my still life photography. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |