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The Spirits That Guide are overtaking me. I feel faint and disoriented. I can almost see the Real Ghost of Pinky, our beloved dead elephant. The boundaries between what is real and imagined, here and there, material and spirit, are beginning to dissolve. I can almost see through the eyes of the pink dead elephant, but something holds me back, though I know not what, though it's definitely no sanity, oh no, couldn't be. All becomes a fog. I perceive things I know no longer exist, or have yet to exist. Are these events of the past unseen, the future unknoweable, or the present unbidden? Or did I forget my two o'clock pill, better take two just in case. There, that's better, and the trance is really starting to kick in, too. I see something through the fog, large and pink. Is that you, Pinky, what do you wish to reveal to me? Speak, Pinky, speak! Strange thoughts and images rush into my mind.
There's more, there's a lot more. May the Spirits That Guide protect me.
Fred's Daughter's Counter
this many people now know some of the truth
