Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

So. My voice sounds a cross between Garfield, the cats’ and Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh. And I sing.

I sing songs long forgotten. I sing of pirates. For I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. But the navy would not have me.

I wanted to travel the seven seas. And swim in the oceans before Japan killed them.

In this photo? I was running late to London, England. I had crossed over from France recently, doing a tour of sorts.

Yes, people paid me. Yes, it was mostly out of pity. That poor deaf one-eyed one footed singer who sounds like a cat dying.

I had all my stuff in a pillow case suitcase and my guitar, which I could play only three cords. Reason the others were broke. And being deaf, I some tuned them out of rhyme and tune because. Well, a C sounded like a D and so forth.

Thus, my music was that of an absurd type and my voice matched. And the places I played were those bars where naked ladies were being paid. Reason? The ladies loved my music. It focused their clients on them and not their surroundings or the music.

The clients paid me to shut down as soon as they could. Meaning if you ever hear a cat crying at night. Then think about that during the chaos of sexual pleasure. In a cathouse and realize my Winnie the Pooh voice might be pretty disturbing.

So I made my living crossing France playing at lady of the nights clubs and bookstores. That people would wonder how or who in their right mind would invite me to.

Reason? Oh, I wrote a few books here and there. Read by a select few thousand. Why? I write and people want to hear that they are dead.

My life story is not for the faint of heart. I lived. Or live my life in a pillow case suitcase after all. And I can show via photos and stories different times and realities makes those who read me wonder.

Latest notable work? A story about how we aged 660,000 years these past two years. How so?

Speed time and distance. In our lives, we are to travel 0.2 light years in 66 years of life. And? So?

Well, according to NASA and others, we traveled 2,000 light years. Meaning? Well, speed of earth stayed a constant. But distance changed dramatically. And so? Well Speed constant, and distance 2,000 light years. Means we aged 660,000 years these past few years. Kind of wild and, of course, I wrote the formulas with references and math etc out. And no one seemed to care but those watching for the Planet X.

That the Planet X is already here and so forth was another story. Here?

Sure. That story is written too. If you want to see the Planet X go to Google maps. Look up Fallon, Montana, and look into the sky. Then drive from Fallon Montana to Glendive Montana. Then look into the sky and realize that a simulator. Or mirror is hiding the planet and that we are or were all dead a long, long time ago. And this? This is some simulator and we are fighting the internet of things or for those into sci fiction. Cylons.

Yeap. I did not believe that until I read the ingredients of the vaccine. The little nanobots injected into the humans are killing humans, making those vaxed into toasters or Cylons. Kind of wild.

So back to the train and me running away to London, England. I sort of got the bug and went unmasked across Europe. I was going to be the unmasked V. And tell people they are dead. Now. You think this is weird? Think I am singing my songs to those paying to have sex and traveling via train. And doing it all with a guitar with three strings in the tune of Garfield, the cat. Surreal? Surreal is you have made it this point in the story.

So there I was with this as my background story when I realized why should I have to wait 20 years to blow up Parliament of the United Kingdom building? If I did it now, I could cut 20 years off of building a track in the subway system. The idea appealed to me.

However, I don’t like bombs or explosions. So instead I sat in front of Parliament of the United Kingdom and sang my songs. Now England is a tolerant place for blind one footed gents. The darlings and The Boyz loved the songs. But the message seemed not to be getting to them.

The message? That the internet of things could not hold all of them so the vax limited their reproduction system and kill them. Sad but truthful is true.

And? The message got to the Parliament of the United Kingdom which had me arrested for disturbing the peace after a time.

The moral of the story? Time traveller trying to change the fate of reality changes nothing and often makes time trapped people in hell not even realize who or what is going on around them.

Thus after I got released. I had my guitar and no pillowcase. So I left England and sought like-minded people among the gypsies.