Of allowing that darkness entrance again

Of falling once more,

Of not caring; shutting down

Of being worthless

Of never fulfilling my destiny

Of not being enough

Paranoid that I'll be pushed into a cage,

And that I'll never be who I was meant to be.

Foreword

I wrote a disturbingly accurate essay about the state of the world, focusing on the ways governments and worldwide corporations exploit the exponential technical advances of recent years.

Through years of research and scores of clandestine interviews with conspiracy theorists, office-holding whistle blowers and staff from Area 47 (Area 51 is a ruse to hide the truth), I painstakingly pieced together a picture of the interconnectedness of our society. Every event in the world, from the trains running late to sudden downpours from a summer sky, is orchestrated as a master plan to herd our civilisation toward one goal.

Together with a professor of linguistics and a reptilian nature expert, I endured a three-month expedition in the sprawling caverns beneath Doi Nang Non. In the second week, we made contact with the underground denizens and, through the hard work of my colleagues, the ultimate aim of human life was revealed to us.

What follows may make difficult reading, but it will also open your eyes to the hidden truth that drives us all.

Journal Article

A rabbit, a preacher and a bishop walk into a hospital. The nurse asks what blood type they are. The rabbit replies, ‘I think I’m a Type-O.’

Afterword

What happened? Those aren’t the words I wrote. Somebody has altered the electronic information I uploaded to the internet.

Is this conclusive proof that The Man doesn’t want the truth to be known?

It would only take an instant,

a momentary bad decision,

a look,

one glance,

one smile.

Is he loyal?

Does he love me?

Exclusively?

If I have to ask,

could it already be,

too late?

I'm scared that I'm being watched whenever I turn my back to an empty place.

I feel something's gaze burning into the back of my head.

Even worse, I feel that if I'm walking and suddenly take a step back, I'll fall into an endless empty void; space like.

I guess I'm just paranoid.

I'm not paranoid.

But I'm not trusting.

We may need Hercule Poirot around here,

Because you can be stabbed in the back

By anyone

At any time.

I don't think I have a stalker or anything,

But I'm wary of being betrayed.

And maybe just the tiniest bit paranoid

That people will find out what I'm thinking.

I am literaaly just a very paraniod person. It is so bad that I would walk down any path, be it sae or unsafe, and constantly pull out my earphones to hear what is going on in my surroundings and look around to ensure no one is following me. Seeing the same person after two blocks will have me bolting to a shop or cafe.