It was midnight at the Tritium Kitty Kat, an old bar on the outskirts of Roswell, New Mexico. A thunderstorm was rolling across the wide open desert.
One agent cane in through the front doors; the other through the back.
“The idiosyncrasies of Heaven are incomprehensible,” one said.
“Shut down number nine,” the other responded.
A small package containing a memory stick changed hands.
“Hey” one said to the other as they parted.
“What?”
“Open a lunchroom.”
“Understood.”
The two agents went out into the dark and headed their separate ways.
Categories: OTVIIIisGrrr8!
OTVIIIisGrrr8! 
Waiter! I’ll have some of whatever OTVIIIisGrrr8!* * is having.
David
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David, as always we are having the sweet elixir called GAT II. Goes down as smooth as barbed wire. BTW, this is a cryptic post for those of you just tuning in. There is something happening…
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Is it still happening? Its been a few hours… Im getting hungry.
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My daughter and I have a code when a secret is going down. “The statue is in at the cats meow”. I can’t wait. Meow
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The white linen napkins in the main parlor have once again been overfolded by the butler.
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It seems the butler really likes the napkins.
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I feel a disturbance in the either. (Maybe ‘Friends of MSH’.)
POS, make sure that your copper rods are grounded. It is getting closer.
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All enjoyed the dinner. So did the butler. No napkins were hurt. End of report. The delicious breakfast is being prepared.
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It’s been almost 6 months and I still haven’t figured out what any of this means. I come to this page everyday and stare at that picture of cacti and lightning for hours, desperately clinging to a foolish hope that one of these days, I will be met with a grand revelation.
I’ve already ruled out schooner. It’s not a schooner, I’m sure of it.
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