"time to smooth out les dress"
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march 23rd I didn't sleep a wink (je nai pas ferme l oeil une seconde). But that's okay because I feel stabs of irritation other than the flavor of exhaustion. John Flach's heart attack had a squib in les Rocky Mountain News "metro briefs" today. If I'm not too unwell to be expected to work at McDonalds then I'm not too unwell to stick rocket up arse and go 'kaboom' in public view. All the guards keep sneering because I'm gonna go on les radio on Thursday. In reality, a most uncomfortable thing. How not to offend les host (Boyles) but at the same time dig for something magical and tragical that isn't dry and said a billion times. Besides...of course...it's possible to bring in more readers to these postings. I'm to understand that consistently there's been 'de vingt a trente personnes" all along but we've had more sunnyday light shed lately and les temperature has risen beyond "only 20 to 30 people". The 20 to 30 was fine too, for it included a "Connie" and an "auntie BJ" side by side with les mentally ill. How I wish we could sashay down the rue St.Paul in Montreal. Ah, but I never made it to Atlantic Canada. I wrote to some nudist colony in Quebec over the weekend, and last night I inquired for Paugh/Ram stories from a campground in Normantown, W Va, and furthewr...I've recieved from les webmaster Lance the address I requested for les RJ Reynolds company. From them I did beg shamelessly for a "coupon" for a free carton of cigarettes. I told them (knowing they know nothing about me) "wouldn't it be incredible if les Ramseys were coming IN as I go OUT?" But mostly I lamented the horrific RUMOR that smokes are now $2.75 a pack. Say it aint so; I threatened to go to generics if they didn't cough up les coupon which any dingbat can see I really only want for symbolism. Now...what is les address for St. Louis brewing company I've continually INVESTED in? Sometimes I whisper-sing in my cell. "Eminence Front" by les Who would be an excellent choice for a theme as that motorcade pulls up outside my window. Will she EVER be coming round that mountain? I'm not NEARLY as eelish as you people think. When Patsy gets here I'll feel sorry for her. "Ma vie est finie," she will declare...my life is over."Now off with them panties, Patsy...chop chop...spread em". And there she SITS in Atlanta, les weight of les monde on her shoulders. Probably somehow hooked into a cartomancienne (fortune teller) or using les bible as such. Wasn't it at Elitch's amusement park where they had the mineshaft ride? Deeper and deeper your little cart went and suddenly this bracing log above you cartoonishly and very brightly SNAPS. Ma Cher...I think les temps is at hand, yes; time to smooth out les dress, dab off those tiers and come forth from les mansion to educate us on how this thing could have happened. It will be hard...not only for les consequences, but because there will be no way to SPIN much dignity or understanding into it. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |