January 4th, 2014


i am not afraid

it's just disorienting to know others fear for me and some still don't know what difficulties a person who's regarded as a military weapon must face just trying to pay their own bills. i have a very damn near impossible time receiving physical mail now that i'm not in isolation but that was always the goal for me. i just wanted to roam without scorn in my face.

and having donated so much work to NASA to privatize spaceflight, to protect journalists, and to make an attempt to set up a proof of concept calendar with interdimensional stop points, having success means that i'm safely vulnerable.

evil is still alive, believes it loves me, adores its own amnesia.