Lell be little

[Bled Welder]

I came onto this thing, a year ago.  In the interym, I have spent a large
portion of time, tyme, thyme, in jail.  I do not, smoke or in any way
injust, crystal or cocaine.  I   do not have an angle.  Aye, mate, do not
manipule fucking late people.

But I am being Siriusly, like with a 50 solar light pound hammer, and I'm
hammered, I shed (no light), half not, by 100, said that.  I've not had a
drink in five hours.  Okay four.  Fourment.  Ferment.  Torment.  What's the
term.  Investigated.  I am being very, Siriusly, watched.  Something, is
attempting to control, my mind.  And actions.  The thing is, when They talk
to me, They say They are only trying to help me.  But They come into my
mother's house, and go into my bedroo, my sanctuary, etc.

The thing is, I'm not a normal person.  For one thing, I'm really, really,
ridiculoiudly, really, absurdly, really fucking good looking.  This, then,
in itself, causes suspicioun.  I'm a suzzpekt.  *Unless*, They are who They
say they are.

But *then*, I'm two Further items, addshownly.  I'm personalitly wise, not
particularly average either.  Then I'm fairly smart.  And then, three, one
more, I don't, let's say, I'm not prone to modesty.  Christian baboon
niceness.

I am a fucking *god*.

But here's the thing.  Are the creatures who are watching me, are They mere
mortals, or are They....*here*?

Obvuisly, seriously, nobody who is not utterly, in utero, programmed,
anyone who is not entirely hypnotized ex nihilio guttero, gutter-brained,
knows, who are creatures with *vision*, who can see, that we were *given* our
consciousness, this civilization.  Plato, Aristotle, *knew* this.  Where
did Plato get his sources.....from?  It takes *no* brain, to understand
this.  None.  To figure out what the Giza plateau *is*.

If you entertain, for one fucking second, that I'm deluded...---you're a
stupid animal.  You are a demented mortal.  You are a chimpanzee.

So.  Where was I?  Oh yes.  These notions, and giving with them my mind and
it's personality, and then too, my fizzikal perfection, because I also
frequent the gym, and eat right, and take vitamins and supplements, and you
get what was, the Feds coming into my mother's house.

Oh also, no wait, before I get to the whole point I began this rant about,
this coming to terms:  They are on this list.  They are Watching.

I got his postcard, litrally a postcard, hand adreesed and signed by the
sherrif, informing me that there is a warrant for my arrest in his county.
 Okay, the thing about this is, I don't even, have never heard, of this
county.

What is this, Friday, or Saturnday?  Anyway, the postcard, fair enough, I
think it actually arrived Thursday, maybe even WEsday, I don't normly pick
up the mail, and when I do I don't particullrly pay attention to it, and so
if something striking occurs, it's, goes through, the hands of this old
woman who claims to be my mother.  Of course she's my mother.  Who was my
father, that's the question.  The postcard said that I have to call that
county office before then, and that the warrant will be prosucted on the
first on March.

Anyway, I'm on parole, and I don't even know what county this is coming
from.  It's somewhere in Kansas.  I grew up in a very nice suburb of Kansas
City, but my suburb is on the Kansas side.  I lived my adult life in SF,
LA, and NYC, all of which I love, and I have zero interest in being back in
Central City with my mother.  Zilch.

The maybe humus side is that, since I've been back to Central City, I've
been either in jail or on parole.  When you're on parole....you can't leave
the city. My family all went to Vegas for Christmas....I had to stay here,
alone.

That last couple paragraphs sounded pathetic.  I don't want empathy.  I
could use some, but that wasn't the point.  Since anyone who pays any
attention to my notes on this thing, I means reads them, knows my opinions
of who we are as homo sapiens, where we come from, what actually occurred
in history, etc., that wasn't the meaning of this note.

Well, in a way, maybe.  The Annunaki, of Sumerian lore, after the bigtime
gods, they had, curiously enough, 50, subgods.  And those They were
called....the Watchers.

Or were the Sumerian writers and intellectuals just....really paranoid?
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