It knows things
known, and things obscure:
Quantum Field Theory.
The capital of North Dakota.
It knows things
you did not know that it knew:
What you were thinking, when you
eyed that girl.
Where you misplaced your car-keys.
The meaning of your dreams.
But one thing it does not know -- or refuses to tell you -- is
the true nature, and deeper meaning, of the Riemann Conspiracy.
Sure, sure -- they’ll tell you about Urysohn, and Tychonoff,
and Leopold Trepper, and Kronstadt, and even a hint about The Third Man at Dealey Plaza 1963 --
but never a hint about what these gentlemen were really up to, behind their
(semi-)public personas, nor how it is all interconnected.
-- Unfortunately, by the mere fact of having viewed this
page,
you are personally now on a targeted hitlist for
Extraordinary Rendition.
Them’s the breaks.
But hey-- Life
is finite. Look on the bright
side:
The worst that can happen is that you’ll be captured and expertly tortured -- slowly,
slowly -- unto agonizing death.
But hey-- Not
as bad as being thirteen years old and with pimples, am I right?
Anyhow, to begin the adventure (because, believe me, now,
you got Nothing 2 lose),
click
here …
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