WOW, I keep coming back. Wonder what that’s about I guess I am just a FLCL, seems like I have said that before. Who know’s maybe this time I will stay around. I hope so.
Things remain as crazy as ever. I have no real idea why I decieded to self censor myself, seems like that would deadly, like poison gas to me. Yet I breathed deeply, drinking the blue kool aid. And why is it I am not dead, well to be honest I am not sure.
Boy I never knew I could be so full of shit, I am lieing through my teeth. I know full well the reason why for the my exile, I think they're listening, they has my fingers tapped.
Any disclosure of any information and the men in black come
use the flashy thing on me.
I have been keeping a journal, and even there I keep things
under wraps, passing secret codes, like I am a wind talker.
But like a dam that has reach it’s limit. I am overflowing busting at the seems.
Time to let it go.
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