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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

end of September

I hate these commercials that are supposed to look like a tik tok ( I want to call it a vine, BC I'm so oldskool now ) so goddam much " chipotles new chili lime seasoning, its so epic " This commercial makes me want to choke a younger millennial god, the hatred they inspire in me. Perhaps I'm jealous of a kinder generation. Or maybe these newfags are just that: We said epic. But not in that fag voice. Commercials where they use cringe words like "squad" and " fire " Goddam ... I say fire, but it sounds so bogus on the commercial. That and these damn cancer commercials probably like I've seen that damn St Jude commercial like 100x in the last week, sometimes they play it twice and it's so excruciatingly long cancer. dick pills, and chipotle " I've honestly always wanted to do this because I love chipotle so much " IM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT SEARS the fucking cancer commercials, I know I should feel bad for the kids but if anything it just reminds me to fear slow painful death. Every time that little townie milf squints her eye in mawkish, exaggerated anguish [he said my son had cancer] " and the rest I don't know what he said because I don't remember " I just wanna skeet on her face, not even out of a sick sense of morbid, depraved lust, but more just out of a kind of begrudging disdain for this contrite plea reluctantly spurting my load on this stricken, provincial tradwife. That damn St Jude commercial. And the fucken animals JUST 19 CENTS A DAY LOST DOGE this is the symphony of my mediocrity that haunts me as I slumble witlessly through my confinement in this bureaucratically fucked playpen slumble : a manteau of slumber and stumble. Slumbling, a life so drab and prosaically bleak it's akin to a kind of sleep.