April 28, 2015

Karina and I visited Edgar this past weekend. Edgar says he’s feeling content. Apparently there is a lot of tension between some gangs in the prison, but he is able to drown out the noise by working hard on his sculptures. Here’s a photo of one he made recently:

He also wanted to share a poem he wrote:

 

Flies

We roamed
And now we don’t.
We dreamed
And now we won’t.
We bloomed
And now we’re done
We loved
And now we can’t.

March 5, 2015

More recovered photos… These were taken by several fans across the country and sent to me sporadically throughout the years. Did Edgar really write these poems? I think not.

March 2, 2015

Here are several documents I managed to recover from our old website. Those who leaked us this information years ago had asked to remain anonymous. Thank you again to all who generously provided evidence for our cause.

If you haven’t already, take a close look at the reports. There have to be some clues that prove Edgar didn’t commit these murders. And those messages on the calling cards and bathroom wall… It’s just not good poetry. Edgar did NOT write these!