"and
I don't like gossipers."
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april 27
I did not evacuate my bowells and write anything on the walls of my
hotel room in Vancouver, nopey, nope no (But I should do THAT now.) Aside
from whatever EGGS I laid in les bible which I wrote about yesterday, there
were OTHER, "MESSAGES." Oh, hons, I put graffitti all over town -as much
as I could force myself out of bed. I never rode thier little "sky train,"
it was BLOCKED to me as a person who was rubbed raw. Unable to DEAL with
les public. And it all STILL sizzles within me. Les Eggs. Les bubblin goo.
Les frustration. Within hours of getting out of jail I think I'll decide
I have THE RIGHT to pluck les eyeglasses offa une jackasses face. I need
some due to the damages of this midlife Reading and French Studying - Sabatical.
Perhaps I can go to a downtownish lecture, maybe "the story of hopeless
negativity" as told by OTTO DIDACT.
For our "Life Skills" class we had to listen to a tape of a "motivational
speaker." In a discussion afterwards one blockhead who was trying to say
he didn't like the gospel preaching tone of the tape actually said, "and
I don't like gossipers."
Whomsoever threw the shroud over Jeezy Weezy's body and exposed it to
lite - well thou wast guilty of abuse du corpse okay. Someone from prison
sent me a new commisary list. Can you believe they have "ASST. CHOC. TRUFFLES"
down there? Harkens me back to when ONCE a certain Concierge In France
so kindly played along.
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