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Death, this way comes.
A temporal displaced conversation with the Walrus.
Date: 5/2/2014 12:27:53 PM ( 10 y ) ... viewed 1252 times Or perhaps, early retirement with the Walrus.
Plop.....Bam!
"I told you", the walrus smooched the mister lever with its nose.
A soft hiss and a cloud of vapor enveloped my friend.
Sigh, with his whiskers peaked up and out like a cats, he'd been complaining about a "sawing" itchy feeling.
I did due diligence but no parasites were to be found.
Now it was obvious he'd been feeling ultrasonic shearing forces of "something" going bad.
I looked at the nexus chronograph, crap, we had slid 75 days uptime from relative.
A klaxon went off, oh hades and double crap, the "NEED REPAIR" beacon had automatically activated.
That meant we'd be putting up with the Mad Hatter while he made repairs.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Having the Mad Hatter on board was like having a dozen devil demon mother-in laws with chainsaws tearing into every nerve of your body.
What fun! What joy!
I felt old, really....really old. It was time to retire.
Well, you are old said the walrus.
I flinched, now realizing I had said what I was thinking, sigh, yet another sign of getting old.
As we'll be here a while have you determined your end game?
I smiled, he knew if I retired I'd spend more time on the island.
At his age and stature, he'd have a free for all with the females.
Yes, it's time for the End game.
I was now being incessantly being harassed on the roads to and from work. This includes the freeway.
Being a full cognitive, I see fabrics but not the threads.
With every 3 night's sleep details I've picked up become threads.
They disappear as they're woven into different fabrics.
As the probability increases of a fabric, it becomes more visually "pronounced".
The fabrics for the End game varied widely. The End game could be the end. I could be killed, or both my wife and I. Should that happen my concept scripts will be released. Thousands will die. The President's biggest fear about Lone Wolves will become a reality. My concept scripts make fun of the Taliban. After all, a gun or a bomb just don't do justice to the words horror and fear.
Why would they kill you? His whiskers pointing straight down due to the frown on his face.
Because their Golden Goose (Me) that they've been using to intimidate people into buying security services and rape women by deceit, is in fact, a boa that has coiled itself around their throats and they don't even know it.
Because they don't know how much we know and assume we're isolated.
Why isolated?
Part of the plan, remember, they have access to our phone records etc, as well as being stalked and watched 24/7.
What do you think would happen if I went and saw a lawyer? Everything would stop, for a while. Then they would be back to using trade-craft, or should I say, their dumbed down version.
The good news is they don't know about the femto cells or our connection with the civil rights group.
An example, the wife has a bird feeder in the back yard. We have a 6 foot high cinder block fence. So? How do they keep track of the bird strikes on the windows? Go figure.
I'd been delaying time and again ending all of this due to my wife's health issues. Wanting her to be able to motor on her own without pain. Otherwise I would have terminated this nonsense years ago.
Each time I was going to, another health issue came up that prevented her being mobile. 3 surgeries and another bone scan, yet another delay.
This time however, she realizes it's become too dangerous for her to go back for another surgery. They came close to killing her once and jeopardized her again with the hospital hijack.
She's become terrified to use any local hospital.
Also, they've started harassing her, are you ready for this? At the grocery store and on the roadways as well.
If she ever finds out the things they've come up with to say about her, that justify their behavior. She's not going to let it slide. Nor should she.
So it's time to take the millions, a piece of paper, a little internet cleanup, a phone number and go.
Hummmm, tell me more about the police, you say you've uncovered possibly the longest running insurance fraud ring? And, I've never known you to even suggest hurting someone, much less to hear you talk about thousands dieing. This is far outside of my knowing you Grace!
A sudden shudder, a slight pop.
Sigh, the Horror approached, perhaps later good friend.....
The Walrus rolled his eyes upwards as the Mad Hatter entered, toggling the mister lever once more.
Your Humble Servant,
Gracefully Savage
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