A letter from Joel

Although they chase me daily nipping at my heels I will not conform, submit, or otherwise mutilate.

The chip in my head buzzing incessantly is telling me I killed Kennedy or was that a movie I saw it really doesn't matter anymore.

Marlboro in lips I shall wander amongst them collecting information watching, recording, as they watch me.

The time will come to pass that sonic weaponry and the mental collective power of an individual or group of individuals will prove with devastating effectiveness that the wills of few cannot control the entirety of the people who in all honesty...

...really don't give a shit.
copyright © 1999 Joel (the seer)

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