Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Fourth World
This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which I intend to carry out. I have worked it out carefully and I am thrilled by the idea. Naturally I feel nervous, but the pleasure of anticipation is great.
I do seem to remember a process where you people ask me questions and I give you answers, and then I ask you questions and you give me answers, and that's the way we find out things. I think I read that in a manual somewhere.
The next time I write in this diary I may be dead.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Vis-à-vis
It has become increasingly difficult operating this equipment single handed.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A pile of torn paper seemed promising.
This isn't true.
Not that I expect my saying so to have any resonance or meaning for anyone.
The difficulties of a jobless (and very sick) man, who's only claim to fame was a little film with a single, jarring 9/11 reference, can not come to grips with what many perceive to be the real world outside their own shell of reality.
Sakura tried to get me back on my feet. That little bastard, Thad, only wants to defeat me (?), and all I want is a semblance of my life back.
It isn't just a film. It was a piece of my life that was grabbed away from me and shattered on the ground!
Work on the second has provoked my downfall.
What started out as a simple experiment has gotten drastically out of hand, alas, eventually failed.
I never asked for help.
I ask for answers.
Friday, March 19, 2010
We Have Lily!
We told her the plants are dead!
These computer systems suck!
Sakura's laptop has increasingly become difficult to function, and that little bastard has wiped my hard drive clean!
I've regained control of my original props, and once reprogation with my buyer is achieved, I will BURN the pictures!
You have no idea!
CAUSAL JESSICA
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
They're On To Me!
While I have Re-established this blog under a new username, and reassigned the password, Hal is on to me!
My mother and I will be leaving New York this very evening.
We are only too easy to find at St. Vincent's.
One can only guess the implications associated with the information I have discovered on this LapTop.
Mr. M has sent an eMail (thru Sakura's account) which I have retrieved:
The Hand Of Liberty is burning as I write this!
My mother and I will be leaving New York this very evening.
We are only too easy to find at St. Vincent's.
One can only guess the implications associated with the information I have discovered on this LapTop.
Mr. M has sent an eMail (thru Sakura's account) which I have retrieved:
I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.The rebuilding of the statue will never happen.
-Hal
The Hand Of Liberty is burning as I write this!
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