the fireworks have begun, soaring into the heavens and lighting up the sky, in place of our beloved True Moon. I cannot think straight… this case is taking everything from me… My grandmother turned 106 yesterday and I missed her party… in my downtime I saw pictures on her blog. They had male strippers… Everyday I wake up, hoping that maybe, just maybe someone will provide me the clue I need. My hopes always seem to go unanswered. I have decided to adjust my faith… pray to a different deity. Hopefully, my cries do not remain unheard.
oh, dearest Mother Nicki, give me the strength to continue my investigation into the disappearance, and identity, of the True Moon. Give me the strength to evade my enemies, the Illumoonati, and continue my search unopposed. I have heeded your words, oh wise mother. Today I threw my mattress into the garbage, hoping that if I cease to slumber on mine awful bed of lies, that I can find the truth. Mother, let me gaze into thine eyes and be freed (from the lies), on this glorious day of Freedom.
Let the sheep celebrate… let them continue to live in ignorant bliss, never knowing that the light that shines upon them in the darkest hours is not light, but a gross imposter, a solemn ghost, a foggy reflection of the being who should hang over the Earth in silent orbital harmony 365 days of the year. America may be free, but the True Moon knows no such thing…