Pass the Trephine Please, Margaret

I really don’t know why I do this to myself. Sometimes late at night I’ll watch films and documentaries about alien abductions. The result is I lay awake in bed for hours pondering the intent and motivation behind non-human kidnappings.

There’s something about the unknown in these films that leaves me feeling unsettled. Truthfully, they freak me right the fuck out.

Personally, I can’t prove or disprove the subject matter. The universe is large and we are small. Don’t fret. I won’t be feverishly trying to convince you three giant alien ships are on their way to earth just in time for December 2012.

It’s the not knowing that plants a restless seed inside my brain. My morbid mind probes too deeply. I need to look into home trepanation.

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