
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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