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Robin,

As far as my family goes, I don’t know what I might had done, but I guess they are all mad at me or something. Yeah, they didn’t send me a card for Mother’s day and I haven’t gotten a letter from my mom or my son.

I had a girlfriend in here since November, but she left in May to go to rehab. She wrote to me, but I still miss her. I am making a blanket with her name on it. I get to have a blanket, shower bag, make up bag wash clothe and a pair of slippers. I think we an also have three pairs of homemade socks also. My son is with my mom and he has been.

I guess you could say I have an attitude like a dove. I wish that I could have a dove again. You said there is a pic on facebook of me with purple hair. Can you look up stuff like pics and stuff? If you can my pics of my doves are on there.

Well, talk to you later.

Lawless.

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Hey Circle,

Sorry it has been a while since I have written.  I am good.  I guess you could say I am happy.  Just my family has pretty much given up on me.  I haven’t been able to talk to my son since God knows when.

I have been crocheting with thread, grappling pictures and stuff.  I love birds.  I have seen a fat little bird going to the dentist.  A red hawk, some crows and of course, seagulls.

If I could be a bird I would be a dove like “Pietrie,” my dove that my little man found in a mud puddle.

Well, write back.

Lawless

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Dear Circle,

I love birds. I can write to you about them if you want to hear it. I raise doves. In addition, the place where we were we made a room for doves. We put hay down; they had a spot so they can multiply. A big water container and a big thing of food. Of course I was in there with them all the time. They had a birdbath that I paid $50 for.

Well, I guess I can tell you about my doves. Damien my son was about two years old. He kept saying “birdie, mama. Birdie, mama.” I said, “yeah we live in Rockland there are all kinds of birds.” Now after the third time of Damien saying “Momma, birdie.” I was changing the oil in my car. Then I got it off and the oily black stuff came out on me. I was not mad at Damien, just a little pissed off that I got the lug nut off.

Therefore, I took his jacket off and Damien keeps going “Momma, birdie. Momma, birdie.” Therefore, I put in “Rio” the child’s movie and put him in his playpen and I took my shower. The whole time I was in the bathroom , he kept yelling “Momma, birdies.” Therefore, I came out and heard this whining and his jacket was moving. I was, “What the fuck did he drag home this time.” I picked up a baby dove. Damien found the baby in the mud puddle. He asked we keep. I said, Sure, we can talk more after I talked about the baby dove and her name was “Peitrie” We didn’t know she was a female until she laid eggs.

From: Arline

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Well,

My son had anticlastic shock about two weeks ago so I had to put all  my money so I could sing his lullaby that I wrote for him.  They called his father, then his new wife, and then they called my mom.  David (my ex-husband) was livid that the school didn’t call him first.  Well, my mother said that his cellphone was in the truck and so was hers.  Mom said that they were lucky that they could get a hold of me.  He could’ve died.  His oxygen went from 99 to 72.

There fore we have to try a bunch of things that he might be allergic to.  We think that one thing that he might be allergic to is tomatoes.  He had spaghetti the night before his scare.  Then he had tomato soup and grilled cheese.  They are not letting him have cheese, whole grain bread (only white.)  No tomato stuff, no pizza, beefaroni, ketchup, nothing tomato.  Also, no peanut butter and jelly.

On Wednesday he has to have an M.R.I. Thursday the eye doctor to see if he damaged his optic nerve.  You know with his oxygen level dropped so low.  Then on Friday he has to go see an allergy specialist.  Then the Monday after he has to go and see a neurologist.

From: Arline

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When I am reading or crocheting, I just can’t put it down  In addition, the books I have been reading are “The House of Night” series.  There were 15 books in that series.  I have one more to read and I have to wait until the last book in the series comes in.

I have one little boy.  Well, he’s ten, but he will always be my baby boy.  I have a mother that is going in for the sleeve/stomach operation. My step sister has a lap band on her stomach.

My mom has a shattered pelvis on the right side and she told me that she couldn’t be walking with all this extra weight on two bum legs.  She has the left side paralyzed – she had three strokes and she was told that she would never walk without a walking device.  Well, she was walking down my Mimi and Bampy’s hallway.  She was using the wall to keep her balance but she was doing it.

I’m sorry for talking about my mom, I have a lot going on in my life and I would love to be let our just for this week..Like come, pick me up, and bring me back on Sunday.  That is the only difference I would come back.  I fell like I did my crime and I think I should do my time.

I could use a pen pal!

From: Arline

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Hi!

I’m taking eight different classes.  I turned 54 in November.  If you people don’t mind, and can would you please send me some money for commissary, plus we can smoke, $5.84 for 1839 and I have to bum cigarettes and it’s so hard to find one.

Last weekend during visits a girl had some pills brought in so we all had to go to our rooms and weren’t allowed to go to the bathroom until you were drug tested.  They were taking so long that my room ate and I used our waste can.  They also brought a dog in.  Four women got sent back to Windham Prison for being dirty.

Love,

Linda

Hello to the world outside the gates!

I wanted to give a big thank you to everyone and anyone who supports a prisoner, and I mean, in any way, from postcards to prayers.  If it wasn’t for all of you and your support, I think a great deal of us would just give up, expire.

Every letter that we get in here is like Christmas, I swear to you.

Christmas.

And I know that you’ve been meaning to write that long letter, but you don’t have to.  I mean, I’d love the long letter, but who knows when that will get done?  It’s always cool to get a postcard, or any mail.

Thanks to everyone who’s supported and supporting me, especially, my girl, Catia.  Thank you, love.

And thank you, everyone!

Pax,

Fuzion

Tractors, beer and women,

and a bar fight is a given.

Some cowboy boots, some bathing suits

in cornfields in the sky.

 

Bull riding in heaven,

knuckling back some 7&7,

going to the rodeo with tassels on my boots,

long-sleeve shirt and a world of hurt,

skin-tight jeans and midnite reams,

cowboy boots and cowboy screams:

Mama, come see me ride that bull in heaven.

And I like kidney pie

and the birds in the sky,

and the heat of July,

and that look in your eye.

 

That I don’t see right now,

and I wouldn’t have taken the vow,

but now I don’t see how

now that you’ve taken your bow.

 

I love you and me,

I just wish you could see,

that I love you and me,

and the things we’ve been through.

 

And I love you in red,

and the things that you’ve said,

and I love you today,

and now you’ve run away,

with me heart.

 

For Robin Egan

Girl, you are on fire, girl, you burn me with desire.

Girl, I want to get you cool, girl, I want to hold you, you’re my jewel.

Each day I see in your angel eyes, each day I see a new surprise.

Now that you’re all cooled down, let’s get a frosty in our town.

Let’s go find all our buds, we can drink a few suds.

If we start to slur our speech, we can run naked on the beach.

Do not have any worry, I’ll get you home in a hurry.

Later on in the night, I will turn off the light.

Then we both will be on fire, with all our desire.

Careful with our butts in bed, we don’t want cuts in the head.

Don’t worry, we won’t do it wrong, making love together is like a song.

I like the way you move your hips, even more better when I kiss your lips.

In the summer when you get so tanny, especially on your awesome fanny.

You are my special girl, I am your special boy.

You are my girl pearl, and you fill my life with joy.

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