I died of boredom, but then resurrected. I am working on throwing my hat in the ring as a messiah. I plan on proving I had to have died of boredom and resurrected, by showing results of an IQ test with three digits. Of course, that will be awfully suspicious on BIN, puts one squarely in the category of Nephilim of the deep state, and I’m not sure, if I revealed my identity, how living in a home, built on a slab, will go over. (Don’t tell anybody else that, Hexy! Or I will excommunicate you.)

You think I could just remain Anonymous and garner the proper worship? After all, God in Bible simply said I AM, in earlier stages. Maybe instead of Anonymous, I could be Hey You? Get me a Lord Rayon Halloween costume, and I’d be all set!

I need to run along, practice saying, in my best Lord Rayon accent, not quite ready for Hollywood, “Tell them Hey You hath sent me unto you.” I was wondering. You know those fake fireplace log inserts? Can you put the innards in a bush?

Hi, Screw Diligence.