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Don't Panic'Cry havoc and unleash the dogs of war!' - General
Gorkon, Klingon DON'T PANIC! Well ok just a bit. My blood is as acid, the rage it overwhelms me. They are on to us my friend. My mind fizzes like one of those damn Alka Seltza's . I write with a venomous tongue full of all the poisons that are this wretched world. There is an encrypted message on the guest book, You know who you are and I know who you really are. I speak of Area 51, the closest we mortals get to the hidden truth, the lies the distortion, the political quietness that deafen the earth. The little moments of quiet before the nuclear holocaust. Pentagon - pent up and frustrated more like! The entry is blank, but not on my computer. I have measured
with my ruler I think at this point I would suggest you take on some home safety protection, lead is essential, you get used to grey after a while. Now about a gun, rocket launcher, or Sherman Tank (which are a bugger to keep inconspicuous) I have a contact. Also invest in a portable acid bath, it's ok to kill them, but getting rid of a cyborg is a nightmare. When filling the bath a little tip, forget the carpets WATCH YOUR FEET! I walk with a limp. I'm shaking as I write with the anger and pain of the truth.
Let us hope that we can keep as little anonymity as possible.
I need to get more my whiskey and pop tarts. I will contact again my friend. As for the one that spies from distant shores at us, remember BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU! THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE BUT JUST NOT IN SIDS HEAD. |
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