Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sunday, May 20, 2012

While in jail

  I heard this from a former inmate.
 An old man's son was in jail. Usually, they'd dig up the garden together in order to plant tomatoes. The man wasn't so strong any longer. He wrote a letter to his son, where he stated that- he cannot plant tomatoes by himself as the soil is a little too rough.

 His son's response:


 Please don't dig up the garden as that is where the bodies are buried.

 Thank you.

 Since the prison mail is always checked, they sent patrol cars, the FBI, choppers and whatever else to the father's house. They dug up the whole garden but found nothing. They apologised for the damage and left.

 His son then wrote:


 Under these circumstances, this was all that I could do.
 Good luck with your tomatoes.

 Just wanted to let you guys know that I have the footage taken at the C2. I'll try to make it more... entertaining... meanwhile, why don't you read my other discoveries below?

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Those kids weren't killed! They frickin made up an entire hoax around them so that nobody would suspect they were actually being taken to C2! They put them all in a dark room with no food. I never heard what happened to them.
 I am begging to remember a few things, people. I was in a dark room... I couldn't see the sunlight... because I was watching television and it was opposite to the window. The door was wide open, of course, and it led right into the boulevard... only that my shoe laces were tied together.

 Yes... the C2's were a nightmare, but things are starting to add up. The eighties- it was all about the money... now it's all about the feelings and stuff- but the eighties were simple- money, power, social status and fame.
 If things were creepy by now, then they're about to go INSANE! 
 Listen up!
 I saw that most of you people didn't notice the link to the video. PLEASE HELP ME i am telling you guys there was something I saw in those bushes and it was really creepy. I just can't remember any more.

 Now for something new- Von D is actually the subject of a frickin DOCUMENTARY right now. Well, not really him- me more likely. Those bastards won't tell a damn about what they did to those innocent children they kidnapped off the street! And I was one of them! Now our dear D is praised for saving the world and bla bla bla! I swear to you guys I am going to reveal those sick operations and Von D's secret past.

 And Whoops! What might this just be, doc? Looks like your CV dating back from... whoa! 1982! Now let's see here- you went through the police academy. This is how the horse-face looked like after taking
the exam, wondering wether 2+2 is actually four or not.

 There he is, folks! Ignored by every other officer, mad like hell. No wonder he arrested me for wearing a yellow skirt and riding a bike while singing.

 Seems pretty good, the layout- he gets fired, there is a riot in front of his house, fakes his death, moves to Europe, where he comes out as the glorious Dr Von D, where he does all sorts of horrifing experiments on kids, later on to leave them alone in the street.

 I'm gonna get him soon. But I'm afraid I won't be able to unless somebody spots the damned thing in the bushes. It looks more like the sihlouette of a man but with something terrible that attracted my attention while walking on the beach trying not to get caught.

 That's all for now, guys, thanks for reading and I'll keep you posted just look for the man in the bushes!

 Thanks again,