assaulting
an officer
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april 22th
Received no mail, not ANY day this week. For this antisocial situation
I must damage $12,000 worth of property. But I'll keep note of that in
a seperate ledger book from whatever the reason is that I must damage $8000
in property in Boulder itself. I can't scroll back, so I forget why? Was
it the extra three weeks in jail for NET activities? Oh, it's so confusing
to be this bitter. It's WORK, that's what it is!
Is Patsy here yet? No, she is not.
You know what would be CUTE... would be to FIT Patsy with a clumsy clanky
CASKET costume. THat is to say the casket should be customized so as to
be a little more snug than usual, and we'd heve LEG HOLE and ARM HOLES,
see. And so, we'd take Patsy out in les desert somewhere, or up to
the top of MT.URINE, or maybe all the way to MT.REAL for which they named
that French speaking North American city below. Okay - so we yanks Patsy
outta the truck and she can go-to-walking in such a stumbly bumbly way,
stiff legs stickin' outta leg holes.
And when we gets her to a picturesque spot one amongst you KRAZY NET
NUTS can whip out yer CRUCIFIX and THUD it against her bossom. We'll WITNESS
HER FALL in the WILDERNESS. Such a clank and clatter when that casket hits
les earth! We can stand over the boy of cryin eyes, flailing legs and waving
arms, secure in our knowledge that she SHANT get outta this predicament.
She shall ROAST there under the SUN or otherwise suffer the ellements of
exposure.
Who amongst you will install one of your fingers over one of your nostrils
and BLOW outta the other all manne of goo into her face? She will FLAIL
as did Kafka's cockroach GREGOR SAMSA. THe last 2 words in that little
story were "young body." Thank you very much for never answering me even
though NOW I'm told there have been 1500"hits." THat's right my darlings,
KEPP "THE VOID" IN PLACE FOR ME even with proof you are sucking on my blood
of difference. Viva! So bloody fearful do ye be that I'll turn, like, dullard
and be a-pestering you for Francs. "Whatever" - as they say. I hope someone
plays shamefully with your dead genitals - all of you.
WHOOAA - I'm back - sort of. Cracklingly alive today. YEE HAW. So glad
to have DUMPED that wretched boxed-in work program. Not happy enough to
work! And there I sat this afternoon watching a movie in the "Life Skills"
class with 3 females from the women's pod. CRAZY. They did titter about
a glimpse of Kevin Costner's buttocks.
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