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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.

Asheville, NC Lyrics

The motorcycle warehouse was my home

Plastic forties and bags of tobacco

And there I'd sit and smoke and drink alone

With the trash, and glass, and the old piano

With the old dead dog, dry and mummified

At night I'd go there and have one last drink

Past those holes in the second floor I'd hide

Where a theif would fall if he didn't think

No police would dream of looking upstairs

The bums were afraid of going insi9de

A nightmare for some but haven for me

A fortress of liquor,. a dead dog, and no cares.

Elisa Carlson