ArtOfSilence

I’m a 47-year-old small man from a paralyzed town. I’ve seen many incredible things in my short but fashionable life and found myself near death’s door again and again. I’ve been abducted multiply. I believe a UFO dropped me here.

I want to meet other people who come out of an induced coma inspired to write a book about UFOs to sell on Amazon. I sound sufficiently whacko to throw a scare into most nitwits among the genital pubic. If I am ruled incompetent to stand trial, the Feds will have no case. It amuses me that the only witness in my death is me, myself, and I. The victim. I'm almost sure I remember a message of divine inspiration. Without anyone's bidding, my lips keep moving.

Look. I have to get this story into the public’s hands as fast as I can! May I go now? I was totally born to be a writer!

After my recent abduction I’m not sure if that UFO carried aliens or fallen angels. It’s almost ready for publication! It came in a dream message that has to be told. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I got off on writing it. But if this is some divinely sent benediction, then may Pope Formosus help us all.