Archive for September, 2010

“Torture, degradation & abuse of authority”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

Death Blog

Texas Death Camp

September 21st, 2010  3:35am

Welcome to my nightmare… Tales from a dead man!

“Torture, degrading & abuse of authority”

Well hello to everyone out there in the land of the living, may each one of you enjoy it to the fullest… as for the land of the living dead where I dwell, we are on day two of another annual lockdown for shakedown. Yes death row just went through this 6 to 8 weeks ago… so now the Warden decides it’s time to do the General Population for their search and destroy shakedown and we are tossed into the mix once again… it’s funny but when we were on lockdown a few months ago population remained on normal status but when they are on lockdown status we are added to it, it’s really out of control and abuse of authority.

So I wonder do I lose my food again, surely they will find reason to confiscate all my legal work this time, since I’m nearing the end of my appeals what better way to help the State kill me then by snatching all my legal work from me and saying it doesn’t fit in the box. Time will tell folks!

We are no on “Johnny Sacks” and for those of you who have no idea what a Johnny Sack is I’ll explain it to you. the name Johnny Sack is something that goes back way before my time ~ but what it is, is a small brown sack a small child would take to school with their lunch in. Hell when I was part of the free world I even packed my lunch in them, but here at Polunsky it’s the most evilest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. For example, just a few moments ago I received my morning “Johnny Sack” which consisted of a blob of peanut butter on two pieces of bread and two additional pieces of plain bread… not wrapped up… just tossed in the brown sack. These were made sometime yesterday so the bread is stiff as a board. Last night I was blessed with a whole tator and another peanut butter sandwich.

And they act surprised when we have a pile of commissary in our cells.

So do I have my food confiscated or my legal work? Time will tell!

Still unbroken!

True American Till Death

Mark Stroman!


“Flashlight Boy”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

September 18th, 2010  3:02am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!

“I am the master of my fate and the captain of my soul”

WHEW! It’s another day or should I say another start of one, good morning to everyone who is reading this… as I sit hear I’ll try to explain the events of the morning so that anyone out there in the land of the free can get a mental image of this rotten place I dwell in until Texas decides it’s time to be strapped down and killed in the name of Justice…

I was awoken for the last time at 2:40am by a young kid with a flashlight ~ fresh out of school and working as a “institutional drone” with the idea “do as your told and the system takes care of you”… do during the 30 minutes security checks this young kid “Flashlight” I’ll call him walks around to all the cells and shines his little light in each cell and 90% of the time in the eyes of the sleeping… I’ve grown tired of this and have fixed a newspaper on my table as a hanging curtain to shield my head from this blinding light that’s tossed in every 30 minutes… so I get up, wash my face, brush my teeth, fill up the hot pot with water and plug it in… coffee is only minutes away… So I turn out my light and stand at my door in the dark… and here comes “Flashlight Boy”. He is at my 73 year old neighbors’ cell doing what he’s trained to do… (wake people up) and when he gets to my cell door and goes to flash it in he realizes he’s eye to eye with me and screams like a little girl… too damn funny.

It’s now 3:20am and the morning meal of cold pancakes is pushed through my slot and a spoonful of oatmeal and another spoonful of sour applesauce that a baby would even refuse to eat, so I get the warm milk and dump all the contents of the tray into the toilet… I’ll not eat anymore of these undercooked things… so as the Institutional drone that I’ll continue to call “Flashlight” comes to get the trays I ask him why he has been shining his light in everyone’s eyes… his response was “they” told me to make sure everyone is alive… so you see folks, this is an act of torture… “Sleep deprivation”.

So the morning can’t be complete without me scratching off another day on my calendar ~ the calendar which is next to the execution list and an image of the death gurney. Those items alone let me realize that each day is a blessing no matter what one faces.

It’s now 4:50am, I’ve completed my workout, 400 pushups at 50 a set and 200 deep knee bends ~ I can hear the animals on the other side of the pod starting to wake up ~ the yells ~ the screams and the door kicking, another day on Texas Death Row. The other side of the pod is a playground haven for child molesters; most are paranoid by nature and capable of seeing real threats in babies and bunnies. The past few days there have been a lot of human waste wars on that side. Squirting each other down with fecal matter and old urine. I’ve never seen anything like it; it’s like their trying to determine who’s the toughest pedophile over yonder. Yes this place is really a bad rotten existence. I’m still in shock after all these years.

It’s now 5:30am and the new shift begins… the day time people, the ones who are better trained and more or less seasoned vets of this place, with 6 months or even 1 year of death row skills. Yep it’s absolutely amazing. The guards are even treated badly and the turnover rate is high. Soon “Flashlight Boy” will be a vet ~ highly skilled and shifted to the day crew. It’s all a cycle. But for me, it’s my nightmare.

Still unbroken & Red, White & Blue

True American

Mark Stroman

“Evil Dream”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 22, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

September 16th, 2010  4:56am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!

Remember every flower that ever bloomed had to go through a whole lot of dirt to get there.

I had that evil dream again… and there’s no other way to describe it, pure evil, a feeling that Satan himself has entered my dream and I’m getting a small glimpse of what could be. The presence of evil was and is still present after I opened my eyes! Most of you have no idea of the dream I speak of ~ I’m being strapped to that gurney of death in Huntsville Texas and the needle is about to be inserted into my arm ~ and in today’s dream I hear something I’ve never heard before during the dream and it’s definitely jolted me into reality. I was hearing the screams and yells of the damned. Like the pit of hell had opened up!!! That is one wild way to wake up I can tell you. What does it all mean…? Am I being warned…? Am I being shown a part of eternity…? Or is it just a damn evil dream…?

True American

Till Death

Mark Stroman

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 18, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

September 11th, 2010 4:15pm

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.”

Today is a day that is of great importance, a day to remember those who are no longer with us… and a day to say a prayer for those who are still in the line of fire. May God bless us all for we are still in troubled times.

I will never forget!

Still unbroken

True American

Mark Stroman

“What would you do if today was your last day?”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 14, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

September 8th, 2010  4:00pm

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!

“What would you do if today was your last day?”

Good afternoon to everyone… I’ve been standing at my small death row window perched up there by standing on top of my legal work, watching the clouds come and go. I even made objects appear in the clouds just as I did as a small child. What a beautiful thing today is… Yes I say that from Texas Death Row. As I write this I sit here in a small cage with a cup of coffee before me, head phones on, ear plugs in, radio playing some awesome 80’s Rock N Roll ~ in my own zone ~ inside my own head where it’s safe and peaceful… ah the memories… but to remove these head phones and walk to my cell door ~ I see pain and hear chaos ~ yells ~ screams and a child molester walking around in the rec cage smiling ~ laughing… so I avoid the situation and crawl back into my zone because if I focus on the evil of this place I will go mad. What a real nightmare this is!

True American Till Death

Mark Stroman


Polunsky Death Row Unit’ fight against old Stamps!

Posted in Uncategorized on September 4, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

August 26th, 2010 7:44am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man

“A Whole lot of holes… rotten, mean & childish”

The day has started out with the usual, cold & raw gooey pancakes, but I received an extra added bonus… Jell-O style milk. It came out in clumps and was just as sour as the mule faced female guard who served it to me, as soon as I brought it to her attention that the milk was sour she instantly accused me of fabricating the story to gain another ½ pint of warm milk! When I showed her the Jell-O clumpy milk she flashes me a smile that would freeze a west Texas water hole in the middle of August. So many that work here are actually kind and here to pay their bills but in every batch you have the devastatingly stupid, mean & nasty ones


Good morning Planet Earth, what a great day to be alive!

This will be the third time I’ve sent the “Whole lot of holes” topic blog in, but for some odd reason the first two have never reached the final destination outside these walls. Imagine that now, since all of my mail is prescreened by the mail staff here how is it possible a topic on the mail has vanished twice… hmmmmm….

For years and years Death Row has been asked to save all the used and “franked” postage stamps that come on all of our mail, whether it’s from the USA or from other far away countries we have done this for a few anti death groups overseas in the United Kingdom. Why do we do this? Well let me copy a part from one of the groups recent newsletters. This was to ALL death rows in the USA. Quoted from “The Wing of Friendship” Newsletter Summer, 2010.


I have just finished sorting thousands of stamps that readers of the wing have sent me over the last few months. I’m grateful to you all, especially the guys on the row who have contributed, David from Alabama being the Star turn in, he cajoled the guys into collecting hundreds for me!

Some have asked what happens to the stamps. I have taken or sent the vast majority to “Children Homes in India”. Each home runs a stamp club and there is an annual competition for the best collection. The stamps give a window on the world for children who may never have been outside of their village. The children come from homes so poor that their families cannot afford to feed or cloth them adequately. When the children leave the “children homes” they go to College or start an apprenticeship. Nearly all turn into fine young people able to lift their families from abject poverty. They are sponsored by good people in the UK who are proud to help them. Closest to my heart are the children who are HIV infected. For most of them life will be a short affair. For anyone further interested in the Indian Charity the website is As I have also received hundreds of identical stamps I have put these aside and sent them to a UK charity for the blind who sell them. Last year they netted over £10,000.

End of quote for Wings of Friendship.

Now folks you’ll see from reading that story that we have good intentions and for years I’ve sent ALL my used stamps to Human Writes and Wings of Friendship. I’d save ’em up and mail ’em out. But this evil, rotten & mean mail room here has put a end to this charity of ours by destroying all the used postage stamps, out of pure HATE!

Attached/scanned with this blog you’ll find 4 used stamps with 63 holes. That’s a whole lot of holes and a whole lot of hate!

If you do see my point and agree this is wrong of the Polunsky Unit then complain to Huntsville. The job of the mail room is to process our mail, not play stamp destroyer.

True American Till Death

Red, White & Blue

Mark Stroman

Angel of Death at your door

Posted in Uncategorized on September 2, 2010 by tamouzmedia3

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Texas Death Camp

August 24th, 2010  3:09pm

Welcome to my nightmare… Tales from a dead man

“In our lives there are many storms, just remember to get to the rainbow you have to go through the storm”

Good afternoon people… it’s been one of those days,  it’s been raining inside my head but I’ve got to get control of “myself” and thoughts… I can’t afford to waste any time. Actually none of us can… whether you’re inside this place of death or on the outside living in freedom… life doesn’t slow down! I often wonder will I be complete before I die?

In my last blog I had mentioned that we only had two people on death watch (and that is rare for Texas Death Row) I had also said that that has a lot of us wondering who’s to be next and the unknown is nerve-racking to all of us back here with death sentences… and lo and behold a few hours after I mailed out that piece a guy a few cells down received legal mail telling him he will be taken back to Fort Worth Texas for a court appearance on October 4th in which the Judge will issue his execution date. Living here is like waiting for the Angel of Death to stop at your door.

Whatever my responsibilities may be to the Government, to society or to individuals, I will meet them like a man…

True American.  Till Death

Mark Stroman, 2010