Wednesday, January 6, 2010

“I have pussy in the brain tonight”


Jenna how art thee
Sitting on my knee
Your pussy bouncing up and down against the cloth that separates the skin of my knee from your panties.

I can smell your fragrance
Your small breasts dance ever so slightly in the air
As if Angels themselves are keeping them aloft-

I watch you through chicken wire glass- daddy leads the way as you doddle along behind him. I watch as your short private school girl skirt bobs in the breeze.

I hold my nose to my cell door – through the small ventilation holes I can smell you. Words cannot describe your essence that dances across molecules to find they’re way to my nostrils.

I hate the salad here fro making me gassy-

It’s ruiining this moment- FUCK YOU LYLE!!!! That’s the last time I eat your sprouts.

She won’t be back until Wednesday at 3:43:24- yes Doc, I know your daughter’s time-that she shows up here to flaunt that in my face, I see her. She turns and looks at me through the slats in my door. I can see her.…..

Laughing- hahahahahaa

Doc I hope you read these you fool- my hearing is coming up on Valentines Day no less. How ironic. Do I send your daughter a heart shaped box full of her favorite chocolates?
Will she like them?

I think that she likes the creamy cherry ones. That’s if I was a beeting man. She looks like she does,

Jenna how your legs glisten in the sunshine-
Jenna what might your daddy say if go off and elope?
Am I too old?
Are you too young?
Are we not compatible?

Francis told me Saturday that I looked like tree with no bark- do you know what that means?

Franices or Fancy as I call him doesn’t have many marbles left. Perhaps I can look more like a sunflower.

The smell of Mr. Clean is strong for the last few days- I think someone died Tues night. But I can’t be sure. We’ve been in lock down since then that’s all I know and when that happens its because of one of several things:

A) Escapee
B) Death
C) Cubical search

I saw Doc Lee on Wednesday morning at 6:02:45am he was talking with one of the new guys- Stanley I think it was. I was doing crunches. My routine come to a fine point after I got back from Dr. Pickman’s pergaps they were doing right by me all along- my new meds have been helping me too

I only want to kill someone every other day now

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