WE ARE NOT ALONE	IT'S SAFE TO TALK
ANALGESIC TAGGING	ARE YOU THERE?
JURASSICA	BERMUDA TRIANGLE
TURIN SHROUD	THE LITTLE RED LIGHTS
LEAD POISONING?	DON'T PANIC
LONELINESS

LEAD POISONING?

Apologies for it being so long between communications, they watch they listen and they learn.

I have my reasons.

Oh to put this degeneration of our society right, to stop the poisoning of innocent minds, so gullible and acceptable of truths told by aliens and their cyborgs.

I hardly ever venture out; I live virtually in this bunker of lead and computers. A month ago I decided to venture out for a while, I came back last night.

Imagine all accidents being planned out in advance to watch the innocent flock in panic, or incite a riot for the hell of it. I ventured out to take notes and stock of the county. The truth is unbearable.

Small aircraft and helicopters rubbish. L.L.S. they are called, Low Level
Satellites. They watch, they manipulate man, time and events of life. They are flown by cyborgs that herd the cattle, cause a panic and scrutinise every move of it. Their latest addition to the arsenal is Microlights,
The triangular canopy that acts the wings is actually radar. They film live information and transmit high tech imagery to the outside sphere, with planes and helicopters they could just monitor sounds. Revelling in our misfortune or prefabricated happiness. It makes me sick. When the revolution comes the first things to be chopped off are the distribributor caps to all such equipment!

I have to say when I go out for long periods I do look somewhat strange
I go out and about on a rally shopper bike. This is a collapsible bike with extra large basket at the front for essentials (Whiskey, pop tarts, beans and a small Calor Gas burner and pan).

I wear the crash hat my father wore on his motorbike/sidecar combination; to avoid being traced in any manner I have lead lined this hat. The weight of the hat is tremendous. To avoid serious neck trauma I wear a surgical neck collar.

I know what you are saying, I have to disguise these things, and I'd be finished in two seconds. I wear a snorkel duffel coat to hide my appearance.

And there's the backpack with tent sleeping bag.

So with cycle clips on I go out there, and see what I hope I wouldn't,
hear what should not spoken, I speak to no one. Only you.

How lonely I am with this information, what is to come of mankind. I need another drink!

The days get longer the nights get shorter and the whiskey flows

I'll be in touch.

The Truth Is Out Their Just Not In Sid's Head.

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