Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
Friday, 2 September 2011
Why me?
Why me and why not you? I don't know why I was chosen.
I pass people every day and see nothing in their eyes and I know that they don't know.
I don't know why I do. All I know is that I have been asleep, and now I am awake.
While I slept I dreamed of Fish.
I pass people every day and see nothing in their eyes and I know that they don't know.
I don't know why I do. All I know is that I have been asleep, and now I am awake.
While I slept I dreamed of Fish.
Thursday, 1 September 2011
I know enough to know that I know nothing
I can keep silent no longer.
I know it sounds crazy. Listen, I know how crazy it sounds. Believe me, I know.
But I also know it's true.
They're here. They've been here for years. Their propaganda is everywhere. There is no aspect of our lives they do not have influence. They are everywhere and completely invisible.
But I know they're there. They're here. And now that I know I can keep silent no longer. Now that I know I must fight them.
I'm not alone. Someone, perhaps several someone's have been feeding me clues. Somebody woke me up with a kiss of information.
Who is Miss Anonymous? Who is Bill Fisherman? Lee Station? Allies of one sort or another.
I don't have all the answers, but I know enough to take responsibility for this knowledge. I have to tell others. I have to tell the horrible truth, even though I know it sounds crazy.
Believe me, I know.
I know it sounds crazy. Listen, I know how crazy it sounds. Believe me, I know.
But I also know it's true.
They're here. They've been here for years. Their propaganda is everywhere. There is no aspect of our lives they do not have influence. They are everywhere and completely invisible.
But I know they're there. They're here. And now that I know I can keep silent no longer. Now that I know I must fight them.
I'm not alone. Someone, perhaps several someone's have been feeding me clues. Somebody woke me up with a kiss of information.
Who is Miss Anonymous? Who is Bill Fisherman? Lee Station? Allies of one sort or another.
I don't have all the answers, but I know enough to take responsibility for this knowledge. I have to tell others. I have to tell the horrible truth, even though I know it sounds crazy.
Believe me, I know.
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
The New Them
Came across this website in my travels. It may be harmless enough, but something about the domain name 'Salmon are Sacred' sent chills down my spine. I suppose it was the part that mentioned salmon, and then went on to say that they are sacred.
On the surface it appears to be a simple organization dedicated to stopping the factory fish-farm trade thing. Or maybe something to do with Norwegia(??) or where ever it is that Norwegians come from, or both.
But when it comes to the Fish nothing is ever as it seems.
One thing the site recommends is writing to the King of Norwegia and Prime Minister of Canada on their salmon-loving behalf, and at least half of that suggestion makes a world of sense.
The threat we face is a global one and all the world leaders must be warned. Especially the Americans considering that it's (probably) their fault.
To each I must write two letters; one to be read in the event that they've been compromised and one just in case they haven't (but probably they have).
Perhaps I can invite them to attend some kind of symposium, or conference.
Yeah, Fish-con, I like it.
So how about it, Leaders of the World? Will you meet in Antarctica in 2012 to fight for the survival of the human race? Or will you continue to hide and/or collaborate with our enemy?
On the surface it appears to be a simple organization dedicated to stopping the factory fish-farm trade thing. Or maybe something to do with Norwegia(??) or where ever it is that Norwegians come from, or both.
But when it comes to the Fish nothing is ever as it seems.
One thing the site recommends is writing to the King of Norwegia and Prime Minister of Canada on their salmon-loving behalf, and at least half of that suggestion makes a world of sense.
The threat we face is a global one and all the world leaders must be warned. Especially the Americans considering that it's (probably) their fault.
To each I must write two letters; one to be read in the event that they've been compromised and one just in case they haven't (but probably they have).
Perhaps I can invite them to attend some kind of symposium, or conference.
Yeah, Fish-con, I like it.
So how about it, Leaders of the World? Will you meet in Antarctica in 2012 to fight for the survival of the human race? Or will you continue to hide and/or collaborate with our enemy?
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