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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.

Fox Glove Nectar

Possum is watching TV.

There is a car commercial.

The best part of the car commercial is the horses.

Stepbrothers is back on.

Whoa, was that a haiku?

No. No, it was not. My celly changed the channel and the signal in mine goes for a mo’.

I like slapstick. The andgry stepdad sounds just like my cellie on R1. I was going to have a more spiritual trip tonight. But because I am so spiritual, I decided to watch TV instead. That’s what I actually want to do. Or is it? Oh, yea — it is. OM MANI Tee-Vee hum. I’m just an ape. A mere animal. Who am I to stand against the enchantments of such an advanced device as a television? a gun could kill me: TVs were invented centuries after the first guns. I am no match for technology, beyond a butter knife. Blue moon [unintelligble].

Editor’s note: based on the quality of the handwriting of this entry, it is suspected that Possum is somehow inebriated, most probably on the medication for which he is subscribed.

Elisa Carlson