We each transcribed a post for our undergrad seminar. I chose yours because I'm lately rediscovering the world in the context of attachment, love, forgiveness, and self-awareness too. I hope you know to direct those at yourself as you go along, not just at others. You deserve it just as much.
I did get your letter dated 4/17/16 - It was a lovely April 20th I had. Lit up in the yard surrounded by leaves left on the ground from last October. Too bad my son won't be able to bother asking for an intra-state transfer. First off, I wouldn't give Mass-Hole-Chusetts Dept of Misery Injectors the satisfaction of being able to fill another one of their torture rack$. My son, in the blessed state of Ohio, is in an Honor dorm (right out of the gate because I chewed their fucking asses out publicly over where he was going to spend his 15-life), where he is allowed to own a bass guitar, and they'll even let him get a 6-string to boot. He recently acquired a small mixing amp. No fewer than 5 other of his dorm-mates have a similar privilege. Nobody locks anything up. Not even the store-guy.
More than one 'expert' has confirmed that MassHOleChusetts Do' Corruption does not allow more than a certain number of inmates to own a guitar of any kind, and that if you want an instrument, you must wait until one other inmate who HAS that privilege, is discharged or otherwise dispatched. I'm betting none of these musical instrument possessors are allowed to actually BE in possession of their instrument any time they want, amiright? They probably have to wait until the admin metes them out a precious hour of practice time. If not for some extraordinary McGuyver measures to create entertainment and industry, your bunkmates may as well be given sheepfolds to live in and loincloths.
My son, on the other hand, can plunk away on his Tobias Toby (cherry Mahogany - Musicians Friends' basic house-brand)all day if he wants. (Now, understand, for now, my son is 'a murderer'.) He is in 2 bands. His warden (who told me he wished he had 2000 guys like my son) is going to let his 2 bands play the ODOC car-show/employee picnic in August if all goes well - and it looks like it's going well. He also runs their 3x/week meditation class. My son is allowed magazines. Books. My son is happy. He said "Wow, Mom. I'm actually relieved; for now, it's about as good as prison can get, I imagine. I'm actually happy enough. I don't feel abnormally abused."
WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM MASSACHUSETTS>?????? You cannot do better than that????? I don't know, man. I have to say, I've never been more ashamed to be from this state. You got harsh and cold. Nothing to be proud of.
Massachusetts; the bastion of liberty, liberalism, progressivism. The birthplace of the nation. Your prisoners are miserable, forlorn, in constant danger, mismanaged, misappropriated, abused, ignored, taunted. How fucking lame you became. Pitiful. Letter to follow. Take care, Bubba!
You're words are very touching and I am so pleased to have been able to read your blog. If your words could reach everyone in the world, maybe this world would be a better place. It is so simple to make peace with others through kindness and consideration and it is hard to believe that such a simple concept cannot be understood by so many. I do not know you or what you have done to have spent the past 15 years in prison, but I know that when you get out, you will succeed in life because you know how to be kind to others. That is the greatest quality a person could possibly hold in my eyes. We need more people like you in this world to give a little kindness every now and again. Stay strong and I'll be praying for you! And thank you for reminding me how simple and meaningful it can be to treat others the way you want to be treated.
Just a note so you know I'm thinking of you - sorry I haven't posted in a couple of weeks but I just haven't wanted to...don't think that means I don't care because I do - it's just that some days (or longer) I want to retreat from the world. I still think of you every day - if that helps you to feel better :) Good night love - sweet dreams - don't let the bedbugs bite. Oh - latest post - your date was 4/4 - and they posted it 5 days ago (today is the 21st) the day Prince died.
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I love this poem. I find it incredibly striking how you used the emotion of rage to speak about problems with racial hatred and a lack of basic empathy for other members of humanity. I hope this message finds you well. Best, Kimmi
I thank you very much John, Trisha is so very determined to come visit you. I will write to you and find out visitation for her. My address is Marilee Turner 144 South 36th Street San Diego, CA 92113
Oh, yea, that pleasant fellow named Paul... what an asshole. Anyway, that's 3 today. I'm tired. Stay happy as you can. It kills them to see you pleased with yourself despite all.
I hope to one day to unite with our childs spirit on the other side. Remember our song. Kinda ironic. Dont worry I m not a stalker. I m moving forward always to be better. Every now and then I get a little bit lonely And you're never coming round
Every now and then I get a little bit tired Of listening to the sound of my tears
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous That the best of all the years have gone by
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified And then I see the look in your eyes (Turn Around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart (Turn Around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart Every now and then I get a little bit restless And I dream of something wild (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit helpless And I'm lying like a child in your arms (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit angry And I know I've got to get out and cry (Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit terrified But then I see the look in your eyes (Turn Around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart Turn around, bright eyes Every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight And I need you more than ever And if you only hold me tight We'll be holding on forever And we'll only be making it right 'Cause we'll never be wrong Together we can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (All of the time) I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love But now I'm only falling apart There's nothing I can do A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life But now there's only love in the dark Nothing I can say A total eclipse of the heart
Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy You always wanted to be (Turn around) But every now and then I know you'll always be the only boy Who wanted me the way that I am (Turn around) Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe As magical and wondrous as you (Turn around) Every now and then I know there's nothing any better There's nothing that I just wouldn't do (Turn Around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart need you now tonight And I need you more than ever And if you only hold me tight We'll be holding on forever And we'll only be making it right 'Cause we'll never be wrong Together we can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (All of the time) I don't know what to do I'm always in the dark Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight Forever's gonna start tonight Once upon a time I was I was falling in love But now I'm only falling apart There's nothing I can do A total eclipse of the heartOnce upon a time I was falling in love But now I'm only falling a
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I did get your letter dated 4/17/16 -
It was a lovely April 20th I had. Lit up in the yard surrounded by leaves left on the ground from last October.
Too bad my son won't be able to bother asking for an intra-state transfer. First off, I wouldn't give Mass-Hole-Chusetts Dept of Misery Injectors the satisfaction of being able to fill another one of their torture rack$.
My son, in the blessed state of Ohio, is in an Honor dorm (right out of the gate because I chewed their fucking asses out publicly over where he was going to spend his 15-life), where he is allowed to own a bass guitar, and they'll even let him get a 6-string to boot. He recently acquired a small mixing amp. No fewer than 5 other of his dorm-mates have a similar privilege. Nobody locks anything up. Not even the store-guy.
More than one 'expert' has confirmed that MassHOleChusetts Do' Corruption does not allow more than a certain number of inmates to own a guitar of any kind, and that if you want an instrument, you must wait until one other inmate who HAS that privilege, is discharged or otherwise dispatched.
I'm betting none of these musical instrument possessors are allowed to actually BE in possession of their instrument any time they want, amiright? They probably have to wait until the admin metes them out a precious hour of practice time. If not for some extraordinary McGuyver measures to create entertainment and industry, your bunkmates may as well be given sheepfolds to live in and loincloths.
My son, on the other hand, can plunk away on his Tobias Toby (cherry Mahogany - Musicians Friends' basic house-brand)all day if he wants.
(Now, understand, for now, my son is 'a murderer'.)
He is in 2 bands.
His warden (who told me he wished he had 2000 guys like my son) is going to let his 2 bands play the ODOC car-show/employee picnic in August if all goes well - and it looks like it's going well.
He also runs their 3x/week meditation class.
My son is allowed magazines. Books.
My son is happy.
He said "Wow, Mom. I'm actually relieved; for now, it's about as good as prison can get, I imagine. I'm actually happy enough. I don't feel abnormally abused."
WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM MASSACHUSETTS>??????
You cannot do better than that?????
I don't know, man. I have to say, I've never been more ashamed to be from this state. You got harsh and cold. Nothing to be proud of.
Massachusetts; the bastion of liberty, liberalism, progressivism. The birthplace of the nation. Your prisoners are miserable, forlorn, in constant danger, mismanaged, misappropriated, abused, ignored, taunted.
How fucking lame you became. Pitiful.
Letter to follow. Take care, Bubba!
You're words are very touching and I am so pleased to have been able to read your blog. If your words could reach everyone in the world, maybe this world would be a better place. It is so simple to make peace with others through kindness and consideration and it is hard to believe that such a simple concept cannot be understood by so many. I do not know you or what you have done to have spent the past 15 years in prison, but I know that when you get out, you will succeed in life because you know how to be kind to others. That is the greatest quality a person could possibly hold in my eyes. We need more people like you in this world to give a little kindness every now and again. Stay strong and I'll be praying for you! And thank you for reminding me how simple and meaningful it can be to treat others the way you want to be treated.
With Great Blessings,
Jessica
I still think of you every day - if that helps you to feel better :)
Good night love - sweet dreams - don't let the bedbugs bite.
Oh - latest post - your date was 4/4 - and they posted it 5 days ago (today is the 21st) the day Prince died.
I hope this message finds you well.
Best,
Kimmi
Marilee Turner
144 South 36th Street
San Diego, CA 92113
Thank you!
Anyway, that's 3 today. I'm tired. Stay happy as you can. It kills them to see you pleased with yourself despite all.
write soon!
j
Every now and then
I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round
Every now and then
I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart
Every now and then
I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart
Turn around, bright eyes
Every now and then
I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
(All of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time
I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart
Every now and then
I know you'll never be the boy
You always wanted to be
(Turn around)
But every now and then
I know you'll always be the only boy
Who wanted me the way that I am
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I know there's no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous as you
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I know there's nothing any better
There's nothing that I just wouldn't do
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart
need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
(All of the time)
I don't know what to do
I'm always in the dark
Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was
I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heartOnce upon a time
I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling a