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Journal Entries of the Looney Jailmate |
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Tuesday February 3, 1601~ Meatloaf again! God forsaken greasy a** meatloaf. However, all to honestly who am I to complain? Mostly all is well I suppose, for I have stumbled upon a new friend. Still hungry after a more poor than piss poor excuse of a dinner I found my eyes scavaging my cell floor for a more crumb of anything edible. At last my eyes fell upon a small spec of dried grits. I can only guess that it had landed on the floor after drizzeling out of the mouth of the drowsy gaurdsman. Oh well, it was better than nothing including the meatloaf, so I desided to go for it, yet just as I reached my hand out an enormous cockroach scuddled across the floor. He snached up the crumb before I had the chance. Now, don't quote me on this but I could sware I heard him laughing at me. b*****d roach.
Monday, February 9 1601~ I've decided to name him Harvey. The roach, I have named him Harvey after my uncle who lost his job as a carny in a traveling circuis and wound up diging for scraps out of dumpsters. He was a morphadite of a man, filthfy and disgusting. Yes I really do think Harvy is the choice name for my little b*****d roach friend.
Saturday, February 14, 1601 This is a sad and notable day. It's Harvy, he's dead, Well I take that back there's a chance he's not, Ijust felt his little legs tickling the inside of my stomach, then again perhaps it was just his nerves. I hope so, I'de to think he was dying a slow death. Thats so inhuman. I just . . . I was so hungry. Oh well, Happy Valentines day Harvy. Damn that meatloaf!
asjdriewuri jdkf oiaesjrs · Thu Nov 25, 2004 @ 11:23pm · 0 Comments |
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The type of poem Edgar Poe wrote when he was sober: I hit a cat with a bat because it clawed my hat and that was that.
Apparently alcohol was not only a muse but a career saver.
the end
asjdriewuri jdkf oiaesjrs · Mon Oct 25, 2004 @ 08:03pm · 0 Comments |
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Maiden Moon, keeper of dreams One who watches over me as I sleep The brightest light in the darkest sky Your beams bring warmth on the coldest night Help me walk into a peaceful dream Guide me when I am in dier need For if I should get lost in a nightmare and find myself alone I ask of you to lead me to safety With the love of your gentle glow.
The End.
asjdriewuri jdkf oiaesjrs · Thu Oct 21, 2004 @ 12:45pm · 0 Comments |
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Broken Pen As I set and stare off into oblivion I notice a small broken pen lying on the floor. Although it is an inorganic object we share an alikeness. We have both bee broken, kicked around, stepped on, and ignored by many people, yet we both maintain hope that some one will com along and pick us up. My sorrow grows for it for I share its pain. The bell rings and once again everyone steps over the broken but still usable pen. As I too leave the room, I pick up the pen and put it in my pocket. No one likes to be left behind.
The End
asjdriewuri jdkf oiaesjrs · Thu Oct 21, 2004 @ 04:57am · 0 Comments |
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