In 62

In the summer of 62
The Greys (the clone ones, not the Ancient Ones, The WATCHERS)
I read them like a book
I faked being under their tele control
They took a friend and I who were in a field tracking a Cougar near my old home towne

After the laser event where they shot at my ass after I broke rank and lit a cigarette.
They threw my ass 10 feet out of the Ship while it hovered.
I landed face down cigarette squashed into my face.
My friend lighted to the standing position still in the state.
I worked on waking him while the craft was still there.
Then the fuckers moved in a serious streak and fired back at me buring a perfect line up hole through all the leaves to my chest with a light pulse laser and burnt my ass.

Ahhh, but I read them
That I believe they didn't know.
Then

The clones work for the subterraneans, the monarchs nwo/illuminati/33 and a turds.
Their honor was bestowed.
That's how they were brought together.
The clones have a unique design when they the bastards broke their genetic coding.
Then mass produced their asses like a peanut farm.
Darn, that was the callname.

In 67 I ran that by H.H..
He was blown away and confirmed, that this little shit was deeper than he was, I at 14.
When we met.
At that meeting he set up on my Kingman Trip, intercepted.
White Pontiac Convertible with Sky Blue Interior.
2 cases of Beer in the trunk.
With the map to my favorite watering hole on a hilltop that overlooked Old Las Vegas.

I saw that we had already been to Mars and places even further in exchange programs that worked my remote itchies to pursue this train of exposé. That you read. I saw more than is safe to say. But enough pertinence to stay ahead. Only drawing Au'tension when the world began to dilate.