"entrails and bile and goo - oh my"
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march 9th Now Listen "Chicken Vindaloo," or whatever might be the silly name of some websurfer out there in the Focus du chat, don't you realize i COULD have collected a big rickety FREEZER full of REAL "BOOBY" prizes. These I could disperse as I have and see fitz ALL the snarling day. Gaint rotted breast comes crashing thru YOUR window. Anyway, I daresay... A booby prize to the net-scanner who knows what was to occur at the Ramzilla home the weekend AFTER the little fire I poofed? Come on, DIGG! Get your search engines rovin, (gentlemen?). We're gettin closer for the time for such details. But others out there must know.... we are Vistin, otherwise. What else? Over the weekend just past, I did pluck out fron the phone book, the numbers of a nice cross section of bookstores in the Denver-Boulder Area. And so I did use the cheap disturbin method of the soundbyte to say unto bookstore clerks things such as, "PERFECT MURDER-PERFECT LICE INFESTED D.A." Not very clever, I know, but there's not room for many words on these audiotelegraphs. Amongst the stores I called were ABC BOOKS and POSTERS on Colorado Blvd, Boulder Books, Tattered Cover, etc. I called lots of them but ABC's was the first. I knew Schiller was to grudgingly appear on WROW-Albany with my webmaster on Saturday night, so, "PERFECT" was on my mind. I see it's #3 on the N.Y.Times. Not ONE soul has, at LEAST, written me a letter DESCRIBING the posts about me. I stare at the rock formations they used for a cover photo from my cell. I think when I get my hands on one when I get out, I'll pee on it ONLY because no one would let a few pages blow towards the ROCK I'm protruding from. "What'sm it like," Morty sighs, "to have some od blury part in a bestseller about a murder while you are in jail?" "I don't really know, now do I Morty,... it's just another empty thing from which to go onwards." Surely you know that Morty the Mortuary pie spits bile at me. He makes gurglin noises. He mocks me. He can jump off a gingham table cloth and distress my breathing IN AN INSTANT. "Entrails and bile and goo - oh my." Will Morty ever show me a rainbow? Deputiy MONTEZ, who was pictured in People Mag in front of the Hell House last December, walked up to Deputy Starr in the chow hall the other day. I could see they were talkking about me. Then Starr came and sat at my table (everyone looked). She said, "you're eating a little manic-ly." I told her how sick and exhausted + "up to here," and about ready, I bloody well AM about READY to get up on the rails around the tier and EXPLODE. I also briefly desrcibed with GNASHING teeth the sensations of coming off the ZOLOFT I'd been taking and what useless SACK of CHIT I think Michelle Davis and Dr.WONG are.... both signing blithely off on my kite about going off Zoloft. I really really really do think these mental health "monitors" (that I never see - not EVER)- should be reduced to half-pay. They should be forced to dig a bottomless pit in each module. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |