When Your Mind is Not Your Own

The words in my last post did not come from me.

I typed them out and I published the post. But they're not my words. They're not my thoughts.

Increasingly, I find the thoughts in my head are not my own. Why now, so close to the Bilderberg meeting? I need to stay focused. I need to stay alert.

Have I spent too much time among the chupacabras? Am I becoming as them?

The chupacabras, these abominations, with black hearts and unspeakable faces. I feel closer to them than I do to people.

The Mothman I talked to stopped showing up at the mall.