January 29, 2004
Cold, white fat rain!
Everywhere outside!
We were allowed to build a snowman. I made the nose! Out of a carrot. The orange dreadlocks of peel are being used as a beard!
Snow ball fights are fun, but you must make sure that there aren't any stones caught up in the snow.
Fun is fun but it's only a game.
Don't cry.
It's only a game.
January 27, 2004
We were allowed outside today.
The clouds were beautiful. Blue and white like the summer seaside in the fifties.
It’s winter time.
All the mugs are the same in here. They’re grey.
I like lemon squash and sometimes fruit mix.
The man who is in here who gambles is called Frankie.
We sleep in the afternoons.
January 26, 2004
I'm getting used to my new life now.
I've made lots of friends in here.
There's a gentlemen in here whose addicted to craps.
Actually any kind of casino or gambling has him hooked.
He's also in to slots.
I'm allowed to read my emails soon.
It's rice and fish for dinner.
Healthy mouth; healthy man mind
January 22, 2004
It was the Snooks who found me.
The doctors said that self-crucifixion is almost unheard of.
That’s because when you’ve nailed one hand in it makes it difficult to nail in the other.
I was attached for twelve days.
I was severely dehydrated and starving.
They had to start feeding me slowly with a special sponge.
I felt like David Blaine.
Except no one was watching.
They found the words, “Duplicity thy name is woman” written on the walls in my own natural colour.
January 20, 2004
I’ve finally started to put some weight back on.
I’m in a sort of health centre.
It’s okay. It’s all going to be all right.
I’ve got my own room and the sheets smell very fresh. Through the window you can see two trees and a little garden. The wall at the end is covered in old sticks and things. It looks like an old wrinkled rhino!
It’s not a rhino, it’s a wall.
We’re allowed to draw with different colours if we like but we’re not allowed scissors.
We do something call ‘Free Association’ every day which is quite fun.
I have to write down things as they come in to my head. Pasta. We’re not allowed to edit our thoughts at all. Things must as they pop in type.
They won’t let me look at email yet but apparently I can soon. I’m so looking forward to reading them all.
I’m allowed to write a diary though and they think this will help. Self mutilation is not normal but if we work together we can achieve amazing things.
I can’t believe I’m not butter! Better.
I’ve not been well.
I’m sorry I’ve not been able to get it up for a while.
They say I’m going to be alright now.
My right hand is still bandaged.
January 08, 2004
What's the POINT?
January 05, 2004
The world's a toilet
Full of s*hits and stink
The world's a toilet
I sit on it and think...
I want to pull the flush.
Happy New Year.
J
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