I am 58 years old. My DOB is January 3rd 1946.

I have been on death row for 11 years. (Aug.1994)

I am seeking for a female/male Teddy Bear.

I lost once my heart scarcely used by one careless owner.

As I saw it last it was thubbing in your direction.

Caucasian male - seeking an open minded male/female for unconditional correspondence on mature and honest level, that has a caring heart to create a special friendship build from the heart.

Why choose me?

I am a professional artist, photography, amateur poet, writer, masseur, college educated, not a rude person, like to party, travel. My home town is Joshua Tree, CA. I am very understanding and loving. I believe in giving a second chance. People describe me as a gentle giant.

I love cats, dogs, parrots, horses and teddy bears.

What I like in a friend? I like it if you like to travel, party. Someone who is mature and wants a honest friendship. Someone who is able to discuss personal issues on a mature level and is not scared of Frank discussion.

What I miss the most: Traveling, photography male and female company, giving massages, partying, walking in the rain, romantic walks on the beach, romantic candle light dinners, cuddling in front of a roaring fire, soft music.

Lets share our thoughts and feelings (good or bad) lets learn about one another freely and watch our friendship bloom like a rose and be strong as a castle wall which can’t be broken.

A loving heart is worse more then a mountain of gold.
Love communicates on any subject or issue.
Write me please you won’t be disappointed.

Don’t let my situation stop you from writing me. Pick up your pen and pay me a visit.

Guaranteed response.

Sincerely,

Phillip

Flight of freedom

The echoes of a cheeping solitary sparrow fills the walls of east block long before dawn; then the solitary sparrow is joined by a chorus of sparrows that are resident to east block. (does being restricted to the interior of east block have any effect on their natural sense of survival?) Then as sunlight fills the block, the resident sparrow starts their daily routine.

The morning routine starts directly in front of my cell. A “T” shaped cage with chain – link wire running up the front and over the top. A solitary sparrow alight on the cage and starts cheeping; the bird has a red head and a completely red chest. A second sparrow alight on a slight distance from the first; he has a red head and red marking on his wings. These markings identify them as makes. A slow dance being s that turn into a chase. Is this performance away of gaining territory of some kind of game?

As one make tires of the game, he take flight. The victor is joined by a brown sparrow with black wings tips a female and a new dance and chase beings after tiring of the game and a short period of rest, the female take flight, leaving the male shallow alone. The make begins cheeping and is joined by another brown shallow. This time only the dance is performed both make a short flight to the bars that ran parallel in front of my cell.

As both a light they start vheeping, carrying on a communication, both cock their heads side to side as if they are checking out any stranger invading their territory, or any potential danger.

The male hops down on the tier and walks over to a small edge that is directly in front of my cell, and after cocking his head he hops up on top of the left then hops over and sticks his beck under my cell door to retrieve a thin piece of string. He hops off the ledge and takes flight.

The female hops down on the tier and starts cheeping and in a short time she is joined by another female. Both start pecking around on the tier.

Since the tier has been swept and mopped a short time before, they’re not feeding, maybe they’re not feeling, maybe they’re cleaning their beaks?

One female with completely black head hops upon the ledge and walks up and down, coming close to the screen that is voering the front of my cell, she starts pecking under the screen, feeding on some small piece of food left there. I can almost reach out and touch her.

They both hear or sense movement on the tier and both take a flight.

They wont be seen for the rest of the day their cheeping grow weak but by dawn the next day their cheeping will be heard throughout the unit. Announcing the start of another day.

Cures – fouled again!

I was caught out, witted and busted!! Another super slick con caper nipped in the bud by our ever-vigilant masters whose superlative intellects devise successful precautionary measures against malcontents such as myself who try to take unauthorized leaves from this camp. Project launch was de-launched. Like man-dog here is the way it came down.

The chaplain had just passed out X-mas cards – giving us a good supply too there or four packs each with a land ousting each pack. Well I just had settled back started counting – not the cards dum dum the rubber bands - when it happened. The best!! Here he comes back and before I know it, he is demanding those rubber bands back. Well he caught me by surprise with the evidence spread out on the back so what could I do but surrender them? I am often all basically a peacefully person. Of cause he went down the tree and got all of them. But in time maybe I can think of something else.

I do wonder how they figured the plot through it’s a mystery. I thought I had a winner just save 5,124 rubber bands wrap them around the bars. Bend them out and launch PROJECT LAUNCH. I simply climb into the rubber bands sling - shot my pals bend it back and launch me 220 yards through the air in a perfect parabolic run – over the fences to freedom! (maybe they even figured out that was the real reason I went down to 125 pounds on the hunger strike.) But fearless Fosdick got me again and this time in disguise as a chaplain. I am learning through: if I see any fat S.O.B. tippy–tolling down the tree on Christmas eve wearing a long white beard – he’s in trouble.

You would think by now they would have concluded that being man’s best friend was a rotten career choice. Dogs have been shaking hands, fetching sticks, finding lost children and patrolling junk yards for a millennia now. And for what? A pot on the herd.

I love dogs, but its time they learned a few things about self esteem. And empowerment from cats. Cats don’t do anything they don’t want to do and they still get treated like Egyptian royalty.

Their owner spend a fortune buying tiny cans filled with tender, liver-flavoured victuals and consider themselves blessed if taddy designs to enter the room.

Dogs are expected to eat whatever is tossed at them. They’re expected to come immediately when whistled for and to live happily whoever buys the out of a basket.

Cats would never chase a mechanical rabbit around a racetrack. Dogs are bright enough to realize they’ll never catch Swify. But they keep chasing him because they want to please. Dogs not only take these indignities lying down they take the sitting up and begging. They’ll let you put flowered hats on them and dress them up in tutus. Cats categorically refuse to per for.

I think its time that dogs just said No. No, we wont pull sleds across Alaska for a bowl of reeking fish stew. No, we won’t watch the world go by, panting in the back seat of a locked Toyota in the Mart-lot. No, we won’t let you name us Ralph and No more greasy gristle. We want the prime cuts.

Cats get what they want because they won’t settle for dog’s life. It is all about self-esteem and empowerment. What dog’s need are a few IZ-Step sessions with a sensitive facilitator. They have to give themselves permission to feel good about themselves, to stop craving approval to stop being so damned co-dependent.

If he’s going to me man’s best friend, Ralph should at least get union scale and a yolk plan.

Phillip Carl Jablonski

Maiden Flight

It was shortly after mail call I was sitting on my bunk reading a letter I just received when my neighbor called over and said “a baby bird just crushed into the screen in front of the cell bars”. He said “he heard a loud and thud like something hard falling off his cell bars.” Searching for the cause of the thud he located a baby bird leaning against the screen covering his cell door.

He said, he was trying to touch the baby bird but couldn’t. He get the proper angle were I could view the bird.

He said “the baby bird still has furlike feathers on his body. The feathers on his face has a wet appears and it still has some small feathers in his wings. It appears the bird to be no more then a month old or less.”

A short time later the parents appear on a chain lick fence that cover the top of tier. Hopping around clipping like communication with their baby trying to find out if it was injured also insurancing their baby everything was going to be fine.

For some reason the male leaves his mate alone to deal with the situation.

The mother bird hops down on a bar that ran parallel to the tier. She hops down on the tier and starts cheeping to her baby like trying to calm her baby down also to comfort it. She hops around the baby and takes flight back to the bar. She performs this ritual a few times. Like trying to encourage the baby to overcome its fear and follow her.

It also seems she teaching her baby how to take flight from the ground. Each time she would perform this ritual she would hop down on the tier and approach her baby cheeping all the time possible insurancing her baby that it could do it.

After a few more attempts to encourage her baby to take flight, she hops around a few more times, and then leave the baby to face its own faith.

Short time later the bird decides to try its wings.

The bird makes its short flight to the bar and gathering its course and take flight from the bar to a shape cage on the gun rail after a short rest period together it strong the bird restarts its maiden flight.

Bill and I discuss some of the reasons that could possible cause the baby bird to crash into the screen.

The possibility was the baby bird was too young to leave its nest and managed to reach the tier and crushed into the screen or its parents kicked him out of the nests.

Possible the bird during his maiden flight tog tiered and tried to land and misjudged the distance and crushed into the screen.

What ever the reason if birds have a memory this little bird won’t forget his maiden flight for a long time.