“Space, the final step it takes between you and your victim”

Snow falls on my cage
I’m allowed recess but not in the form of a 5th graders dream
But that of a cage animal
A bird
A lion
A tiger
A bear
Oh my-
My skin actually sticks to the metal nicely- the trick is to lick your palm and then just firmly take hold-
Then just rip it off as if it was a band-aid of flesh.

That’s when I get ice cream ☺
That’s when the pretty Nurse Cathy shows up- how the smell of her white blouse makes me hard-
But hard in a different way-
As if I’m blind with light- is she the one I wantnext?
Dr. Lee’s daughter was on my list-

Fist I mean

I’ve taken a while to write because I’ve been in solitary for at least a wekk. Doc Prick didn’t like my last entry and he felt the need to flex his muscles.

Hermaphoditus came for a visit while I was in my chamber of lies.
IT was unhappy with my current situation and wanted me to leave-
After telling him it was impossible- my mother ask me to stay a while for a cup
of coffee and a Danish.
Ever so close am I to the flesh of another- separation only by fabric
Nothing I couldn’t handle –

Hermaphroditus hand me a saber of flesh- I caressed the formed hardened surface- it was hard
Strong
Mean
I used it but once in 7 years of my stay at CLUB NECROPOLIS
that caused many problems for me-
Many nights after that my only light was Hermaphroditus- that sensible BITCH got me through dark times-

I’d rather be in a cage of barb than a caged box-
I’m an animal- one of God’s creatures- a monster sent from HEAVEN
My cage is my mind of worn road that has had too many accidents to count-

AAA was unavailable at the time of my mind snap.
Give me HELL give me SANE
Give me SHELTER
GIVE ME PAIN

“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

“Away I go!”

I tasted my own cum today-

It was saltier than I thought it would be. I was jacking off to Dr. Lee’s daughter sweet 17 year old Jenna. I think I need to drink more water- it was all gummy in texture, not very appealing. Especially if this is a common play by the opposite party. His daughter is very sweet-not that I’ve met her. But I have seen her through several inches of chicken wire glass.

She has long jet black hair much like a raven-olive skin-small tits-cute plump ass-with her charater laden backpack that she carries less full than others might in her grade. She relies on her pussy for her grades not her mind.

HA!

Actually I may have her wrong with our new male nurse we have. Who dresses like Marylin Monroe when he shaves his legs just right- they glisten as if illuminated by Jacob’s ladders from heaven.

No she does have a great ass and small tits- I want her

Dr. Lee I would suck your yellow cock for your daughter’s warm moist and virgin labia. I know you will see this fucker- come and give me your best shot-

Dr. Pickman came to mind today as I was taking a shit- man that twat was something else. She really knew how to pursued the local crazies-Andrew this JewFro of a gentleman, I say gentleman because he was a kind old man who had extremely cold balls.

He had been there since Jimmy Caarter was in office for a millisecond- what I didn’t get was that we were supposed to make sure that our cells were clean on a weekly basis. Now Andrew knew this, he kept everything spotless in his 6’x10’ tomb. Except-

For a small lumpy faint green pile of shit he would always leave in the middle of the floor of his rtoom. I would mop the fllor outside his cell every week- One day I witnessed God himself- appear before me. I froze and watched as Andrew squat holding his ass cheeks apart enough to get maximum flow and minimum damage to a perfectly sculpted shit. HIS window was high in his room- so a shaft of light pouring in through the greasy glass sillouetted him- it was an incredible site each week. I would always make certain that I was on every two weeks to watch this feet. That’s usually how long he had to spend in confinement.

I guess Dr. Lee never saw the amusment-

In four minutes the 1st day of 2010 will be gone and another day will click forward marking us all closer to our destiny.

I SAW the future in the mirror which is bolted to the back of my door.

I feel that it’s coming

I can taste the salt from her cum

It’s only a matter of time before the light is out in her eye’s

Sleep-

“It’s a Wonderful Life”

Ha!

I’m as clever as the rest of you lemmings riding around in your gas guzzling monster truck baby killing machines-sucking down triple lattés while fucking your husband in his Barry Mellono ass with entire EXTRA GOLD-CORPORATE credit card that has 60% interest!

Yes, I am the angel sitting there next to you- HELLO my name is CLARENCE.

I am the hand that pushes you-
Not into traffic
NOT into your lovers arms
Not into the water
Not even into another person, that’s just plane rude
BUT HOWEVER I WIL L positively HELP YOU!

Because in the spirit of Jummi Stewert I have to think that he was in leagues with the devil. There is no way unless you have shaken the hand of GOD the almighty imaginary FRIEND- that you will be saved unless you make a deal with LEWIS CYPHER himself.

OR me, I’m the only other imaginary friend who can help you. Much like CLASUE that jollyjelly of a man who I would STAY clear from –

Why?

Because Dr. Lee told a child her once that CLASUE rapes little boys if they don’t take their medication.

Hahahahahahahaahhahaha

Dr. Lee has a good sense of humor- I love to hate that guy. ☺

So on this merry of holidaze conditions that I would like to call them. Pleas e feel free to put a small something under the tree for CLARENCE

Because you never know when you might find yourself at the edge of sanity and want to end it all right there on a bridge.

XMASUALC=NATAS

Ki∆ky=unconventional sexual practices

I dreamt last night of a fog that rose just above the Devil’s Strait=A small section of jagged rocks off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard.

There I saw a woman, a being known as HERMAPHRODITUS

She came to me again in my dream. I miss her- she hasn’t made an appearance to me in months. 120days+52hrs=I missed her- my little friend, my sanity, my sexual partner.

Explain to m e her, her who I know only as HAPPY-she has a face that a mother would smack and a father would fuck.

She smells of vinegar and blueberries with a hint of cinnamon- her cock, thick with every ounce in it- ready to cause sin wherever it goes.

SHE IS MY FAVORUTE Frankenstein. I love mother night as she delivers me this germ- this disease of many, claiming to be one with me,

DESTINY CALLED TO ME AND I TOLD THEM I WAS BUSYkilling a moth.

Dr. Lee says that the treatment I received in Tulsa was adequate but not up to HIS standards. I laugh at you doc, giving me such high hopes.

I/m awake it’s 00:03- Dr. Lee gave me time again tonight to write. He says because I was stinted in my Summer CAMP hospital I went too. That he wants me to write more now.
Lucky me

01:15am

I have been sitting her for over an hour, thinking of something to write.


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There you go- I wrote something

"Stumpy"

Stumpy was sitting three rows up from me under an apple tree which covered a set of benches with shade. We were at a puppet show in the courtyard of Doctor Cunty’s playroom. It was your typical “Punch and Judy” display of ragged and worn marionettes.

The really BIG ‘Tards as I liked to cal them were the ones putting on the show. I never laughed so hard. Some of these patients have the IQ of a donkey and the manners of an overweight trucker needing to take a shit.
Of course if I showed anytype of emotion I would be sent into her big SMELLY-putrid-genitlewart ridden VAGINA!

Yes Doctor, your vagina smells like a dead leopards asshole.

I digress….
Stumpy was sitting two rows in front of me, I was watching a retarded puppet show with Dr. Pick-my-ass-hole present. My interest laid in Stumpy actually, how a person, a man could sit with such horrible posture and not be sore- the rings of neck fat he had, you can almost figure out his age. Then there was the BACKhair! horrible, long, velvety black and it curled in unison, leaping out of the top of his shirt.

I wanted to shave him.


Shhhhhhhh- I did, yes no shit Dr. Lee I shaved Stumpy. I shaved a FUCKEN ring around his collar so I wouldn’t have to see it anymore. Then I shaved his fat rings, I shaved his fat wrinkly head, I shaved his eyebrows- and then his balls.

Um,

I was bored and HE disgusted me.

Now when I go to the dreaded puppet shows. I can sit and enjoy those little retards as they run around with their hands up puppet asses and laugh outside.

RIGHT-In Ms.- Docter Cunty’s face.

And Stumpy is as smooth as a babies bottome.

note to self- Dr. Lee please keep reading these because I need to make sure yu understand that I shouldn’t be let free. You DUMB APE.

Home Sweet Home

Dr. Lee had me transferred to another facility. Back in February. I was sent to a minimum security asylum outside of Tuscan. Where I was under the care of a Dr. Jane Pickman a cunt of a woman who hated men with the passion. She hated me, though I think Spunky, a midget more who lived next to me on block 3- he ate his own feces and although his cubical never did smell his breath was shit.

I had to have lunch with him and a short broad individual by the name of Stumpy Joe. I feel like I’m in a New Jersey prison. Dr. Pickman would always call me in to her office and want me to commit to daily tasks around the facility. Cleaning cubicals that had just become vacant from the previous tenant, washing public latrines watering her plants, mundane shit really. She had a beard or mussetache that gave me the willeys. Stumpy Joe gave her his comb one day. Not as a joke but thinking she was actually a man.

He spent several days in the hold.

I’m now back with Dr. Lee and his band of merry misfit janitors that he calls “help.” Though my head is clearer since my trip I feel odd being back. Especially since the last two months of my ten month journey is very vague. I remember only bits and pieces.

I received transfer pages to come back here because Dr. Cunt couldn’t handle me. HA!

She told doctor Lee that I was a “high risk” HA! Again. I’m as about as high a risk as Spunky. At least Dr. Lee as much of a cocksucker that he is, gives me the time of a different day and the means to get out my frustration here and through my arttowrk.

I’ve learned many assets here using this internet and watching our fellow “man.”

There was a tranny the first day I came back home here. He was in my van sharing fare with me and George who was my “keeper” as I traveled across this great fucked up nation of ours to get back here. I degress.

This tranny with tits of Dolly Parton and the cock from John Holmes is sitting across from me- we’re both shackled to the floor. He is in his travel duds as am I. He is a newbie coming to my house. From the stories I’ve heard, he tried gagging a guy with his cock but wasn’t able to get it all in before the fucker bit down and took half of it off. I shit you not. So now “Lacey” as they call IT has a mouse size cock and giant saggy bitch tits.

That motherfucker kept staring at me the whole way back, which is about a 45min drive from the airport. I can’t stand when people stare at me. I finally got tired of it and when I got out of the van I jumped his crooked cock ass and beat him as best I could while being shackled from head to toe.

George gave me a crack in the back of the head and I rolled over like a dog playing dead.

Earl but not Matt came out to drag me back insoide. Matt was on leave, nervous breakdown from what I heard. Too bad- I liked tormenting that sorry sack.

So my first night back at the Necropolis, my home of homes. I spent it in the hold. Lacey was bruised and in the next box over from mine. I know this because I can smell IT’S Old Spice and perfume hookers would wear. It was if it was his permanent stink.

I tell you I don’t miss Dr. Pickman- haahaha as I sit here thinking of my time with that fat smelly whale of a decrepit waste of space. The stories, they put a smile on my face. I’ll write more tomorrow. At the moment I’m on good behavior because I drew a picture for Dr. Lee today. Actually it was for his sweet, sweet daughter Jenna.

But don’t tell him that…