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For whom it may concern god, if you are reading this! I don't even know. It is not like it even matters. None of it is true anyway. That is what they will tell you. They are convincing. Mind you I doubted them, but they were right. All true, black on white, take it home. They will tell you I am mad. Will show you reports and depositions, affidavits, and evaluations. And it is true. I am beside myself, thank you very much. Not that it matters. They put me away, I do not know how long it has been. Years. Many years. I have no mirror, nothing to exercise my vanity, no reflection, they won't give me one. But it doesn't mean that I'm not here. If there were a mirror, or any reflective surface really, there would be a reflection, of me and everything in here. Not that there is anything in here. But it is too big, too dangerous. They won't tell. Nobody can tell. Because... well it's about the money too. But really that doesn't even matter. Money won't matter. Well not our money. I suppose they would employ some form of currency. It doesn't matter. The funny thing is it was so easy. All those files, all the evidence, how it got bigger and bigger. There was nothing we could have done anyway. But in the end it was so easy, so clear. Amazing how mad I have to be for seeing it. And nobody does. Why? I don't know. Just draw a circle with six dots. Then connect the dots. It's all one. All the same. It's over. |