"there's a web blatherer named denver
and she's kuh kuh krazy"
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march 17th I'm most of the way through "Poifect Moida, Poifect Town". I wish Patsy was handcuffed to a nearby bench so we could mumble together. The yard would not look a promising green if you were facing the possibility of wettin em on the lethal injection gurney. That book is a "Patsy did it" festival. One of les reporters in it told me in May 97, "Oh, theyre not even looking at John anymore. They know it was Patsy". What sort of misguided eelishness keeps me from revealing WHICH reporter? It's anyone's guess. I'm not gonna scream "a tue tete" (at top voice) about stuff like dat no mo. Some college students in Texas ripped the pages about me outta "Poifect" and sent them here. Some poor schlub is gonna be enraged when they find their brand new $26.00 book mangled. "Message in a bottle" is the name of a hit movie. Les grand jury has gone done and recieved mo moula through April, but let five alternates go. Interesting. Parachutes are flyin outta my race car...I have narrowly avoided a dreadful collision. My temperature is down; I am more at ease. But that will change. That deputy whose name is BarB sneered "are you writin yer life story?" when I asked for more paper. Could have said, "no, I am taking notes on your false persona". The scene in War And Peace where the wacky old Prince orders the snow shoveled BACK on the driveway in a fit of rage...like the Ramseys he's so LUCKY he had money. Okay. So I'm told les idea of booking the Ramseys at "Juvey" at the Justice Center can't be done. They MUST come here. Two different computer set ups. Another rumor. Jeff Shapiro, while reading, "Perfect", must put on a grass skirt and prance around the room cakin les doo doo on his face. "I'm a fuckin eel," he must say to himself. That is only right and good. "I'm just in it for justice for JonBenet," they all say. You bitches really HATE it, don't you, when someone ACCEPTS their dark doom and thereby decorates it with a few ruffles and flourishes. Now, listen; this is not drama for drama's sake but I heard we got 2400 hits on les website the other day. (What's a PLA?) (And by the way "MERCI", okay?) Anyway...if that sort of thing continues the jail will go MENTAL again. So the other night I sat up writing a NOTE to the jail's SGT.MEALS and to detective Ron Gosage of Ramsey fame. The thrust of my note was, "like um, hey, I see the possibility that when I get to some details about events in Vancouver there might be a need to talk to me again.So WHY NOT NOW". I went on to say that I don't want anything blocking my way when I THINK I'm gonna evacuate in July. I carried this note around in my pocket for awhile and then went up to my room and flushed it down les toilette. I mention it here so it's out in the open. To put it in a simple way,here...like this. To: Sgt. Bob Meals and detective Ron Gosage I intend to write a post all the way through end of sentence. Who wouldn't? As a rep of Sheriff's Dept. I'd like to explain to you, Sgt. Meals, why this project has at least the slightest blob of worthwhile societal meat, and why the jail should look at it a LITTLE differently than the annoyance of a few phone calls, etc. Gosage, I'll put it here in public so you can worry less about some overlap/double overlap game. I want to tell you about an odd note I left verifiably in Vancouver at Christmas. I'm going to write about it HERE in June...and my thought is that it MIGHT be something you'll have to nail down as a matter of fact. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |