this morning #1283.

this morning, after weeks & weeks of urging from a few new friends i’d been chatting with online, i now found myself outside of what, at first glance, appeared to be nothing more than your average, everyday office building. basic brick & glass. an american flag. bullshit. we know the truth about what really lies inside its walls. real deep-state shit. if everything goes according to plan, i’ll sneak out enough evidence to blow the lid off the whole operation. i took one last drag of my smoke. perused the building directory to make sure i had the right suite. 715. THE CAPITAL GROUP. unbelievable. it’s just like they said it’d be. i made the sign of the cross & yanked the door open. marched right on in.