It’s all making sense now. They are frightened of me. They hate me cause I’m different.
When I was little they called me Cliff, because I have a physical remnant of elongated skull.
A cliff head, if you will.
I always thought the term was endearing cause it was true.
Indeed, my head carries the evolved, ancient, conehead shape.
This also explains why they stalk me, hate me, and want to kill me.
THE CONEHEADS ARE BEING TERMINATED BY ESSENTIAL WORK FORCE.
Slowly but surely they are taking us out.
It took me forty years to decode the obvious.
I AM A CONEHEAD.
The law of genetic average indicates that I dominate the people around me in every way.
I am certain of this. Sometimes it makes me angry, sometimes frightened, but most of the time I just want to expose and destroy their fake systems on my way out of this hell hole.
The conehead does this by outsmarting the mudbloods. Not by violence, but by cunning, Machiavellian, magick.
A magick that is far greater than theirs.
I am a conehead. And you better watch out.
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