Jun 24, 2016
“I am Heaven sent, Don’t you dare forget.”
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“I am Heaven sent, Don’t you dare forget.”
'I’ve poked around ruins in Italy, Greece, and Turkey,' writes Millard, then 28. 'The Parthenon is my favorite man made structure, that I know of'
“I’ve poked around ruins in Italy, Greece, and Turkey,” writes Millard, then 28. “The Parthenon is my favorite man made structure, that I know of. But I didn’t even know there was a Temple of Zeus in Libya. Maybe for my thirty first birthday, I’ll go see it.”
Dell's thirty-first birthday is on August 30, 2016. (Date of birth: August 30, 1985. Height: 191 cm / 6′3″. Eyes: Blue.)
Heaven Sent Dell blog header image is the Temple of Zeus in Libya.
Here is the full text of the letter Dellen Millard, accused murderer of Tim Bosma, wrote from prison to one of his fans, a 31-year-old woman from the Kitchener area. For details on how it was authe…
“Dee,
The prisoners here call me ‘Big D.’ So I kind of feel like I’m writing to someone who has highjacked (sic) my nickname. I’m going to take it as a meanningful (sic) coincidence. Pleased to make your aquaintance (sic)!
I’ve never before found myself in prison. It’s been an uncomfortable experience so far. One of the worst parts has been that everyone seems to think I am a murderer. (Which I’m not, I go out of my not to step on ants.) I always suspected the news papers (sic) were full of shit, but until recently I had no idea! Another surprise was how the police conduct themselves. They formed their theory, and then went about making it a reality. I’m somewhat horrified at imagining how many innocent people might be imprisoned right now. Police corruption is nothing like Hollywood portrayed, truth really is stranger than fiction.
My closest friends and family stand by my side, which is really all I need. But I must say it is uplifting to get your letter! That someone out there who has not known me cant still see what’s being said about me just doesn’t addup, gives me confidence a jury can see it too.
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I’d like very much to continue to write to you; to have your support and to have a proper conversation once I make bail.
(Which I hope will happen in September).
But for that to happen, I’m going to have to meet you first.
I get two twenty minute visits per week. Because I only get two, you can bet one will be taken every week by family.
I invite you to drop by :
tuesday 9am – 11am 6pm – 8pm
I look forward to meeting you Dee!
-Dellen -(BigD)
H.W.D.C. 2B left cell 7 165 Barton St E Hamilton On L8L 2W8″
“In one of your letters you asked how I came into contact with Dejiana. She wrote to me 'Hi you don't know me. I believe in you’. I immediately suspected she was a cop, hoping to get me to say something about the case. I’m still suspicious. The tone of her letters is unusually familiar. She writes as though we are old friends. I return the familiar tone. I had thought she’d (if it was even a she) start asking questions about the case. There by giving me hints as to what police were interested in. The facebook leak is either a strong indicator that she’s not a cop, or the best ploy ever. I even had her come visit me. (behind glass). I think she is who she says she is. Although I remain extremely cautious. It’s damned odd. But she could actually be helpful. As I think I’ve mentioned before, the people who are in the court as spectators, have an effect on the jury. She has offered to come to court to support me. I could use that. Perhaps she could even bring people with her. I put little faith in that happening, but I’m going to do what I can to encourage it.”
I am heaven sent Don't you dare forget I am all you've ever wanted What all the other boys all promised Sorry I told I just needed you to know I think in dec...
I am heaven sent, Don't you dare forget. I am all you've ever wanted, What all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told. I just needed you to know. I think in decimals and dollars. I am the cause to all your problems, Shelter from cold. we are never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth. Then ask me whats it like to have Myself so figured out. I wish I knew.. I hope this song starts a craze. The kind of song that ignites the airwaves. The kind of song that makes people glad To be where they are, With whomever they're there with. This is war. Every line is about, Who I don't wanna write about anymore. Hope you come down with something They can't diagnose, don't have the cure for. Holding on to your grudge. Oh its so hard to have someone to love. And keeping quiet is hard. Cause you cant keep a secret If it never was a secret to start. At least pretend you didn't wanna get caught.. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, we're throwing the fight But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, in us. Oh, we're so c-c-c-c-c-controversial. We are entirely smooth. We admit to the truth, We are the best at what we do. And these are the words you wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice sounds, Handsome and smart. Oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body That works harder than my heart. And its all from watching TV, And from speeding up my breathing. Wouldn't stop if I could. Oh it hurts to be this good. You're holding on to your grudge. Oh it hurts to always have to be honest With the one that you love. Oh, so let it go.. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, we're throwing the fight But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, we're throwing the fight But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, in us. This is the grace that only we can bestow. This is the price you pay for loss of control. This is the break in the bend, This is the closest of calls. This is the reason you're alone, This is the rise and the fall. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, we're throwing the fight But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders, we're throwing the fight But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, in us.