Escape!

What will you do?
What will you say?
How many videos will you share?
Only time will tell, won't it?
Only time will show me
just how desperate you people are
you Dwarf, you Witch,
you Brother and your whore mother.

I know you.
And that is what scares you.
So many people know you.
So many.

Postcards to Hitler

Correspondence with heaven, send a letter to see the devil

Spend a lifetime waiting for a response. We just didn't know,

there was no way to know. Everything fell into place when we feared

our own shadow as it made its way to hide behind us, we faced him

it was then that we drew, our conclusions became delusions

floating on the ether, high upon the clouds

riding the back of Pegasus, the winged muse of hope.

I think I might be going crazy, I think I might be right.

Today I start a strange trip, to say the least. This time the movie has a script where my face is the star, and the spot that has appeared is co-star.

It hurt, it stung, it was painful. I wretched and looked over, there they stood.

One of them came up to me later, talked about how the gov uses certain techniques to shut people up, and out. How some people need to be "taken care of."

I don't think it was a dream, the memory is too vivid. I was drunk, I think they were having fun. But how did they know about the pain on my cheek and the burning sensation?

One of them said to the other "don't tell him..." He'll know soon enough, replied the other. They walked away.

Was I targeted? Was it a paranoid dream? I don't have paranoid dreams. Why is the spot on my face growing? Why are the lymph nodes on my neck freaking out? Why are the lymph nodes on my neck appear to be moving something? Linearly they swell.

One of the most important questions is, why me?