"I want a pizza..."
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may 7th, 8th, 9th
A portse de la main (within grasp) I heard Dep. Wilber, and an inmate
named Robles-Garza (and another Daeputy) talking bout the old (who cares)
death of JOHN FLACH a few months ago. It was discussed how once,
long ago, FLACH tried to hang himself but the vent he tied himself to broke
and so there he was standing in front of his door blue as can be.
And now that we'ere going outside regularly, I recall those long ago
days when I first arrived and when I'd go to the yard with FLACH and the
other "Special" people. FLACH knowing his heart condition would RUN himself
ragged around the track. Other inmates would often complain for the fear
this OUT of control fat retard would barrel into them.
and so Robles-Garza tells me he was in "SMAN" when John FLACH died.
He states that he was out after lockdown doing the cleaning. He states
that he kept BUZZING Flach's cell and agitating (ostricisme) him. He states
that he got others to enrage le gorilla FLACH by screaming from their cells.
And finally, Fransisco Robles-Garza tells me that John Flach's last words
were, "I'm going to kill you Cisco."
Sad unresolved truths revealed by unstable sources are "subversive."
The sour notes I sound might be clean up to be beautiful music. Postponing
gratification is a sign of maturity.
Resolved: I want a pizza, a gun, a pile of drugs, a slave, a margarita,
a cigarrette, a sparkling corpse + a camera, AND MORE, All of it waiting
in a tent on that green green I see across Airport Road.
I spent les weekend writing to random computer eggheads - and a few
artists in Canada. BW Martin, George Cwymar, and Antoine Paquin du OTTAWA,
and in Montreal to Paul Hartel and The Essebag Gallery.
I told them the website "addy." I told them I'm almost done. I told
em I'll be telling a sickening and senseless Canandian Xmas tale soon.
And then I sealed les envelopes and looked out the window to see that full
scale summer had arrived.
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