"les midget shakin and thrustin in the doorway"
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march 30th Finally the wretched month closes...the guy who sits on les toilet in my old cell#35 got 44 years yesterday for mashing and crashing his girlfriend's 2 year old child against the wall. He came back from court with a bloody nose. Who comes drifting through my mind at this moment but the inmate they called, "Cupcake". Oh, I'm given to understand the guards too call him that. "Cupcake" is in a Kansas prison. He used to be Justin les Junkie's cellie. So Justin related to me that one day a great big "neeger" sashayed forth into the cell. And the negro was arguing about candy. And the negro did slyly bait "Cupcake". And the negro did push "Cupcake" onto a bunk. And the negro, he did pull down Cupcake's pants. And the negro, he did insert a finger up Cupcake's rectum; and Cupcake, I'm told, did spend the whole time wheezing bitchily the word, "stop", more like "stawwwwwp". Justin les Junkie reported to me that this is as far as les incident progressed. Is that story not charmante! I found an advert for free info on "country self sufficiency"...bountiful, legal; affordable. So I sent off to Trout West Virginia for the pamphlet. Now, isn't that sad. Tonight I wa hoping a smart old hag would set before me a meatball canoli, and that while doing so she'd say "be careful, hon; that plate's hot". But we had Chow Mein (I guess). One time they had a midget corpse down to Horan McConaty's (on Dartmouth in Aurora they do all the preperation for the other metro mortuaries). And so ONE EMPLOYEE snatches up les little cadavar and THRUSTS it like a DOLL into the room in which they house their retort, which by now as you know is a crematorium. K? So there's another employee in there doing something...doing something ordinary...perhaps sweeping up ashes with a LONG handled broom. Well, this employee hears a FUNNY voice, so he turns to see les midget shakin and thrustin in the doorway, apparently asking him if he's ready for lunch. These ar things Jeezy Weezy saw fit to reveal to me secondhand. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |