encounter with god

the swami positioned himself on the pillow mountain, his gray hair drawn back in a pony tail, tied with a bright pink tassel. "young devotees," the great man spoke in a squeaky voice reminiscent of one of the three chipmunks, "follow me in prayer," AGASHNU AGASHNU AGASHNU. with that the room exploded in a succulent eruption of powerful high strung voice- AGASHNU AGASHNu AGASHNU. three thousands squirrels alone together, reaching up towards the heavens in the Swami's fifth avenue hut- paws through cracks in the glistening mud strewn pavement (this dirty, dirty crust we call Elijah). i have never felt so ravished, so exorbitantly used. ezra, bet your sorry you missed this one you slimy okra fucker.

woah that was so random. i just ran into my old friend from pre-k in c block. i used to know him as wolfie, but now he goes mainly by the nick-name Titus (the torturer). we used to play hop-scotch near the revolving doors outside Staples super center. now he is planning a prison out break. Titus says he needs more muscle. Should I get involved? this could seriously f up my parole options. i don't really have a choice because titus says he will poison me unless i comply.

Marv Albert Senstation

Rashid the fucking tyrant, Rashid the sensation. Rashid is going on a speaking tour ladies and gents and he'll be hittin' up your university some time this winter (provided your student senate will condone and shell out the necessary nuts for his momentous visit to campus). on the agenda- Rashid's brief stint as lead singer of black flag, his run for new jersey state senator and founder of legalize Oxycodone movement, transcendental mediation, announcer of XFL. don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to recognize how abysmally insignificant your life is in comparison to a titan of culture- RASHID

release the four-legged creepy crawlers to the otherworldly practice with Candy- summer= dogged practice, Bikram submission, Vinyassa.

now that that's off my furry chest=
jail is alright. i got a job in the kitchen mixin grits. it is a good position when i need to kill someone because i can easily poison their ration with hemlock. if all goes according to plan, i expect to be out in 22 months. hasta la vista- squirrel

where have all the squirrels gone? used to be teeming the hallways, scurrying around under the floorboards. now only dead hides- all been sacrificed to the thunder gods to assuage the lascivious RAGE

girlfriend in a coma

rise from the dust thou young coriander seed. the elusive future resides there- across the bridge, over the bend, make a right at the stop and shop, it's about 5 miles down next to the Staples stationary outlet. can't miss it. i never been there myself but driven by it loads of times. alright now, good luck son

jad fair/ tad fiend/ QUINTUS

controted & twisted playing twister. there is nothing to do in this cell except play games.