posted on May, 14 2004 @ 02:15 AM
I will admit it.
Besides tourette's, I also suffer from monomania.
I want to get into the "Really" above top secret website. I NEED to know what's in there. And yet I cannot. My mind creates scenarios. I
imagine it contains the 'secret briefing' that each new president receives after being sworn in, when he finds out who the flock is really running
the world. I imagine it details the killers of Kennedy, Lincoln, King. I imagine it hold the blueprints of the 200 mph carbeurator, the cold fusion,
the philosopher's stone.
I imagine a lounge atmosphere, deep and subterranean. Moody jazz and the quiet clink of beer bottles, the acrid scent of cigarettes blending with
hashish as the crowd talks quietly around tables where rich dark espresso is served. To those who have enough points.
that's where I'm supposed to be. In there. In the Really Above Top Secret site. They are my people. Among my own kind, I would be respected and
admired. But for now, I live as an exile in the frozen wastes, out here with the suspicous proletariat. Those without enough precious points. The
madding crowd passes by uncaring; while I, I dream of that mystic 33rd degree, called "Really Above Top Secret."
To lounge on soft pillows in that enclave, as we discuss the truths that are so obvious, once you know.
And so now, in the part of the rant no one else is reading I will confess it: I have sinned. I created the stewpidest question thread I could think
of. On purpose. And it is drawing the masses like flies to shoot. I am getting more points from that stupid thread than from some of the others,
which have been brilliant, by the way.
It isn't fair. It's immoral. But I mus have MY POINTS!
I've written about genetically engineered wheat. No response. I've actually researched the companies that contracted out the tortures at Abu
Ghraib. 1 response. I've speculated about withdrawal from Iraq. I've offered praise and condolences. But what brings in the points? Acting like
a total dishpit.
But I must have the points. Must have them. For my precious. Precious. we must have it. Precious is our entry into the Rats. Yesss. Yessss.
Anything for you, precioussss. My life for YOU!