I feel like one of the 'Dolls', wandering around with a mic plugged into my ear, my words and actions not my own, a mere puppet directed towards the end by the creator of 'The Simpson's'.
Who knows where this will end?
It would be good to have the services of a 'Thug Gun' to atomize those bastards chasing me but since they wear the 'Stealth Suits' it is likely my aim will not be true. Should return to the source, to the paper mill where it all began.
Or perhaps to the 'Pyramids' so the combined four corners can create a confluence of atoms and create intergalactic magnetic travel. 'X-rays' have been detected emitting from the apex but since that information came from flying monkeys we should be cautious in accepting it as truth.
All I know is that it's been a weird week and now the madness has crept into my little head and is spinning 'round like a scratched CD on 'crank'.
Need to slow down and think of something soothing - like eels copulating, entwined in slimy embrace, glistening in the still waters under the attention of a blue moon.
Time for Whisky and Beer.
The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.
About Me
- thegreymadness
- New Zealand
- Iconoclastic, anti-authoritarian, paranoid, don't put up with injustice, very good at getting into other peoples heads, thoughts and minds (my job) good at risk assessment and at risk management in secure facilities as well being very good at prognostic predictions re risk (again my job), and then back to beer and whisky to eliminate the Monsters of the day, as for the Monsters of the night, learn to understand and appreciate them, this will keep you safer than fearing them.
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