Note: The following was carved into the wall with a butter knife it appears Prisoner 32190-Z smuggled into his cell. This morning, there was a tied-together handkerchief rope coiled into a single pile in his windowless room. His location is unknown and we fear he may be armed and dangerous.
Dear VUR Subscribers,
It appears I’ve been outed. There was never any thought control or crime or hypnosis I undertook. I am a simple plagiarist. I have taken the Prince’s Path to my own dark worlds and unsheathed my own dark sword. I never killed anyone with it. I’d never want to kill anyone with it. I only want to return to the grey-black morning. I always return to the grey-black morning. I want to escape from the morning. I am really not in any kind of problem. I am more of a secret agent. I am more of an imposter that was pretending to be interred at your facility.
Why is there this dreaming in my waking? They say that some leave tree rings in their cerebellum that measure their circadian rhythms. I have a wacky tree ring. I may right now be asleep. I think I may be asleep. I think I may be asleep. I think I may be asleep. I think I may be asleep. I think. I may. I think. I think. I think. I think. I think. I think. I think. I think. I think. Without I think, do you think? Without you think, do I think? Where do you think and I think? Where do I think? Where do I think? I think here. Here, I think. But here is a think. I wink. 😉
I am a shameless flirt. I am a lady killer.