"hot tar came a drippin thru the roof"
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march 2nd All the repugnant notions I come up with that fill some of you webpeople (casting a wide net) with HATE, well, they became mentionable, they became real; they entered my field of vision (champ visuelle) only after repeatedly washing up on les beach. Let me tell you about les BUM named "SLICK". Oh, he's a FILTHY old GRABBY annoying thing to look at. (I don't like him any more than you would). He reclines in the jail 15 or 20 times a year. And just as no one is reaching for the "local" section of les Daily Camera du Boulder, along comes Slick, saying, "Oh, there's the funnies". And he will snatch it up and read those "funnies" for HEURS, no matter how much YOU might want to scan text under a headline like, "DA SAYS RAMSEYS ARE BETTER THAN YOU". Slick is EXHAUSTED. Slick is a skinny 60 yr. old walkin corpse. (Not exquisite). Slick runs to get a good spot in front of the TV. Slick yanks up his "funnies". SLICK aint thinkin about YOU., and YOUR desire that he be PUNISHED. (For what this time, sleeping en les public perhaps?) Slick wants les caricatures, and I heard him indignantly DEMANDING a better blanket from les gendarmes. He wants the BASICS, and his sense-of-loss-maximumly-pushed-buttons make him SALIVATE and champ at the bit for little things. I want to RUB IT IN YOUR FACE (society t large) that YOU are either fooling yourselves or allowing yourselves to be fooled. Kill the messenger. I am going to beat a rhythm meaning, "I didn't learn a thing". I learned this song in my mirror and in my module. These two years have been nothing more than a way to stay alive.Get your grubby pointing punishing fingers off my life raft.I am distracted by my own embattled paddling. Maybe YOU really DON'T have any business looking through this jail window day after day? YOU are hardened, vindictive animals trying to ruin my soft spot. I had to RUN ASHORE somewhere. I am soon to tell you where the ship ALMOST wrecked, and then to go into the details of Hurricane Ramsey. You must remember there was much thrashing on the rubber raft with les transparent flag BEFORE I ever heard of this Ramsey mess. And there'll be more. People have switched sides. People on the net who championed me in the beginning are filled with hate now, and former haters are professing understanding. What is there to do but look at les transparent flag nd give the proper salute...a shrug. There isn't time but to go ONWARDS. They got us up very early for work. Heurs supplimentaries, yes, but we wont get PAID like it's "OVERTIME". "Pecher" is "to tresspass", and that's what it is to make us get up early and do piece work; and that's what it is to call the jail and complain about my presence on the web; and that's what it is to post les information personal about webmasters Lance and Lisa on les WEB. And it's what it was to roam about on the lawn du maison Ramsey. Let's crawl, all of us, in a centepide-like pair of communal underwear. Alex Hunter at the head. Beanie rear. I HEAR (barely) that the "PERFECT" book actually names les hotel I stayed in whilst ticking in Vancouver. The ROYAL HOTEL on Granville. Oh, it was about $120.00 Canadian dollars a week, and I'd waddle a block over to the Royal bank to suck les money from my credit card like there was NO TOMORROW. My room faced the street. Lovely view of a porn theatre, and beyond that one could see a Christmas tree high atop a crane. There was a flower box in my window, the flower corpses getting WORSE with my use of nature to keep les beer cold, by setting it in the box, which would OFTEN get covered in snow. God, did it snow, in a peaceful ominous way.If I looked straight down I'd see a plethora of beer cans that had been tossed down on the hotel's wooden canopy over the years. A cabbie selected les hotel for me. Twas a fruity bar in les lobby, filled with queens in sweaters. ............and then, Deputy Struck brings me back to reality or present by appearing at my door asking, "what's this?" Turns out my birth certificate has arrived from Virginia. Struck wants me to give it back to him after the lockdown for the afternoon shift change is over. He'll put it in my property in booking. Disregard les complaints earlier about overtime. Why? Cuz we got overtime AND donutz! LATER...just great, a big fat tub o lard moved to the pod this afternoon, and he is the MILLIONTH CUSTOMER to decide he'll work off two of his extra 100 pounds by ENDLESSLY pacing the tier.There he goes. There he goes again. I've done about all I could do here. Gonna build a raft and wash up on the beach in France when I get out. Step one: get birth certificate? Incidentally, I expect by the time this gets posted my webmasters will have talked at length with Monsieur Schiller of "Perfect" fame on WROW, Albany. Doesn't anyone find that odd? If it perplexes you, well, then, please LASH OUT in some unseemly way. Hot tar came a drippin thru the roof while we were working in the gym (eating donutz) this morning. It's quite possible the powers that be are ALREADY saying to themselves, "it's been one thing after another round here lately". So I suppose NOW would be the PERFECT time to flop the Ramseys into BOOKING with no advance notice. I was ATTEMPTING to get Deputy Hard to say something USEFUL about les
concept of the Ramseys arriving. I even showed him the portion in Sunday's
Daily Camera du Boulder concerning what WOULD or COULD happen if the indictment
is soon returned. But he wouldn't budge, except to say, "around here they'd
probably just give the Ramseys work release anyway". Badda bing.
JT Colfax Addendum: those of you TOTALLY cyberwatching odd Boulder criminal cases...(and I KNOW you're there)..will be interested to know the unpublicized outcome of ISRAEL BROOK'S case,wherin he was accused of fondlin about with a 90 year old woman at Boulder Manor nursing home. He told me in the hall today he got three and a half years last Friday. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |