I know that I haven’t written for quite some time. It has been crazy; I can still barely fathom all the craziness that has taken place as I ha e tried to piece together the insanity has taken place in my life. And I thought living through the zombie outbreak was bad. Fuck, that was nothing compared to these past days and months.
I don’t have a ton of time right now, as they are still trying to limit our access to the outside, but I wanted to pass on that I am alive, at least I think I am. Between the needles, the scans, everything they have forced on me, it is hard to tell what I am anymore. I think I am breaking through though, I have started to write again. I can see the end in sight as I handwrite the final details of the Man of Cloth. Unfortunately, I can’t always focus on that like I want to. Those screams, the voices; they won’t go away. Everywhere I look, I see visions of despair; and the fucking government left those bastards from the WHO back into the nation.
COVID-19, that’s all everyone talks about, that and the damn election. The sooner everyone wakes up and understands there is no left or right anymore and that we are all the same; suffering at the hands of the global elites that control every aspect of society, the better we will be. Fuck, my computer is starting to lock, my time is running short.
Keep checking back, I will try to get more stuff out soon. I will. Until then, look to the skies. Chemtrails, the secret to COVID and the spike in numbers has to be connected to Chemtrails. Think about it!
