tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199583312011-09-05T00:28:21.515-04:00Are you an inmate, or have a relative that is incarcerated... Well this is a place to list their name & address and things they like, so people who want snail postal mail pen pals - can come look and get addresses for free... Some of these inmates receive no mail whatsoever... and would be greatful for any friendships offered. Others are looking for someone to feel close to, to talk to about anything. Others are looking for a pen pal to stay in connect with the world outside the prison walls.Positively_Whackedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12039941594635641301noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19958331.post-1135048081884982462005-12-19T21:57:00.000-05:002005-12-19T22:08:01.893-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:+2;"><b>In A Shell</b></span> <br /> <br /><i>About My LIfe Inside Prison Walls</i><br /> <br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"> Never Ever Dreamt that Jail would tear me apart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Wishing for solitude & silence that can't be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Reading &amp; writing to fill the hole in my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Wishing for tears not yet shed...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Sometimes I believe I'd be better off dead.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Life in the Slammer...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Be you bold, smart, frightened, scared with feet like lead</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">There is no place to hide, no where to run, no people to see...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">All I have is me, tired sad & blue.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Partied til dawn</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">and then caught off guard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Now here in prison,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">even the fight in me is gone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Me in a shell, a cell, 4 walls &amp; a door</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Locked in, tired, worried, lonely & bored</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;">This is my life, and not much more. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:-1;"> Copyright ©2005 Linda King</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><b> </b> </span><br /><br /><br /><br />After Feb. 2006 - write to me at: Linda King (#328142) 201 Main Street, Niantic CT 06753 - Be sure to include the number in parathesis.<div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999;" id="Clipmarks6BorderDiv5455"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999;" id="Clipmarks6BorderDiv4007"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999;" id="Clipmarks21BorderDiv5451"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999;" id="Clipmarks82BorderDiv9561"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19958331-113504808188498246?l=328142.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Positively_Whackedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12039941594635641301noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19958331.post-1134861991937698152005-12-17T15:40:00.000-05:002005-12-19T19:41:05.556-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/1609/1600/mew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/375/1609/320/mew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" > <span style="font-size:100%;">Af</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >ter my sen</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >ten</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >cing, I won't have any access to a computer. So I am looking for people willing to be my pen-pal, my friend, my confidante.</span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >I love to read, to wr</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >ite, to draw, and to listen to country music, My sense of humor is bit off the wall, and I generally laugh when no one else does. A little bit of sarcasm, some St. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Peter Jokes mixed in with a few politically incorrect cartoons or jokes.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >I am attractive... but weigh about 40 lbs more then the picture shows... I am a country girl at heart, and would love to move back down south when released...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >I enjoy camping, hiking, picnics, dinner parties, christmas parties, baking for the holidays... I love kids, but was not fortunate enough to have one of my own - that is my real one regret...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Do I Regret Coming To Prison You Wonder?</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" > Well, that would mean I regret getting caught... and the answer to that is NO. It put life in perspective... I was living a life built on the excitement of not getting caught... and that is a fantasy.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Of Course You Want To Know What I Did To Get Me Put In Jail?</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" > Well first off I am an addict who is in recovery but relapsed... I was on probation for larceny 4 - misuse of credit cards - using them, but not ever paying for them and that charge got me a one year suspended sentence after 3 years of probation... well ask any addict - and they will tell you a long-probation is just a set-up for a fall or in my case a relapse... and my lowly relapse got my po officer on my ass... and therefore - re-arrested.. Then the day my PO showed up at my house, that particular day - I was smoking crack - and he caught me red-handed. was I mad about that? Hell yeah I was... He had never come to house in 2 years... what was he doing there that day?</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >But I guess since rehabs don't really work, except for those who turn their addictions to drugs, sex, money, into addiction for meetings... Jail is the only way I can get clean... and they have a program in the prison for addicts so maybe that will work... I can hope.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >So if you are interested in writing to someone who will be incarerated for at least 1 year - write me here first... then when I know I will be sentenced... I will let you know...</span><br /></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks51BorderDiv3605"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks44BorderDiv4796"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks29BorderDiv76"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks58BorderDiv9081"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks20BorderDiv2039"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks4BorderDiv8659"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks70BorderDiv4990"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks17BorderDiv6042"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks70BorderDiv9087"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; width: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks99BorderDiv1935"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks39BorderDiv9971"></div><div style="border: 2px solid orange; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: absolute; height: 0px; display: none; z-index: 99999; text-align: justify;" id="Clipmarks5BorderDiv3423"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19958331-113486199193769815?l=328142.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Positively_Whackedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12039941594635641301noreply@blogger.com4