In featherfingers' first expedition he finds himself lost again in the soundless cloud of bluejays harping tones of anguished marble collectors and such. With his home-made, steam-powered watch mechanism he counts the beats and orders them into a digital notebook application via voice to text applications.

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Don’t give up on the story yet. It has been important for me to share what life was like before I became a CIA monster so that people understand the significant transition that occurred when I became a CIA monster — a transformation I not only understand and accept, but also celebrate! Keep on reading! These middle chapters tell the dramatic story of the illness that took our hearings. Keep reading! More coming soon…


Monsters in the CIA

In a dark and dismal realm in which bodiless ghosts flit across grey fields of asphodel, blond-haired, glowing-eyed children of uncertain paternity prove to have frightening powers

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