shootie,
She's right you know. They're out there somewhere. All over the place. Out to get us. You know. Us. The ones they haven't "gotten" yet.
They're here in my office as I type. They think I don't know that they're here, but I know. I want them to think that I don't know, but I don't know what they think. But I know that they're here.
They're very clever. They hide in the dust bunnies. Under the bed. Behind the clothes hamper. Out of sight. They think I don't know, but I know. You never see them in the middle of the floor. They always hide behind things. Or under things. They like to hide. They think I don't know, but I know.
They watch what I type. They make you make mistakes. Like when you've got your finger on the confirm button of a trade, but you're not 100% sure yet, and then they make you *twitch* into a bad trade. They think I don't know, but I know. And they laugh at me. They're trying to get me, I know. They think I don't know, but I know.
They listen in on everything. They think I don't know, but I know. I just looked under the desk and I can see one of them now. In a dust bunny. They think I don't know, but I know.
You need to shut out all regular light and get a black light to see them. They have shiny little beady eyes, like little specks of dust. They hide in the dust bunnies. Millions of 'em. Millions of millions of tiny little beady eyes. They think I don't know, but I know.
They're out there somewhere. They use my PC to monitor me. Us. All of us. Those of us that are still normal anyway. You can tell the ones that have been "gotten" already. They deny the existence of them. They mock us that have seen them and haven't been "gotten" yet. They think I don't know, but I know.
KJC |
