Hey, Kiddo, how are you? Stellar, yes? I hope so, yes I do. So here’s what’s going on. Last Saturday Alex told me some things, some important things pertaining to the soon after. Now most men would love to have been told to them by their wife what my wife told me, but that wasn’t the case for me. I cannot give details, but the short of the long is that if I absolutely need to do what she has told me then I will. Being inside me she knows by feeling and by not words that I am being honest, and she’s impressed. Someday you might know what was told to me, Kiddo, but for now all I will say is that it was big enough to shut me down for almost a week. This is the first time that I am writing anything since last Saturday morning. Tis true, me Kiddo, tis true, I was as the kids say “fucked up big time”. This was like a tidal wave. It wasn’t bad, it was simply something that I would never have expected. I myself do not see anything else that could top what was told to me, so I think we’re safe in the “TMI” department. Von was fucked up, Sweethearts, it took him days to think about what I told him, but he’ll be okay. Alex.

So Kiddo!!

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. . . ever imagine what it would be like to have a twin? I don’t mean the twin sister kind of twin, oh no, Kiddo. I mean an exact copy of a human being better than DNA cloning.

My wife informed me that our Daughter will need her own body soon, but we’re not sure which body to stick her in. My wife also informed me that the most economical and logical choice will be to give our Daughter a reproduction of Chelsea, after all, no one knows Chelsea better than Chelsie. An exact copy minus the soul, the soul will be that of our Daughter. How strange would that be, Kiddo? I did think of another possibility, but something would need to happen prior, independently from us, to make that possibility into a reality. And that something was already foreseen, by Charlie. Lets change topics.

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Here we go, this will get the blood pumping, Kiddo. Not yours, Sweethearts, it’s someone outside of Facebook. This is good. Kinda. Regardless, learning is fun! 😄


Maia said that there will be no more than 10,000 humans left, and I kept thinking “How could that be?”. Seriously, Kiddo, how could that be? That’s not a lot of humans out of 8 billion people. But 8 billion chicken-hawks is a lot of “humans”.

My Son Charlie was slightly wrong about something. Yes, homo sapiens came from apes and genetic enhancement, but human beings came from pigs, also with genetic enhancement.

The domestic pigs you see today are only 9,000 years old, so humans can be no more than 9,000 years old. Everything else is something else, we don’t know who is what, but the conscience knows. Oh yes it does, Kiddo, a human being can lie to anyone, including to “God” and to themselves, but they cannot lie to their conscience.

Why do you think doctors use organs from pigs and not from monkeys when performing organ transplants? Why do you think humans like filth? Was your bedroom ever a “pig-sty”? Something to think about. Right now little piggies are far from my mind. I want this over with.

It is after eleven, almost near the witching hour so we are calling it a night, Kiddo. I would write more if I could but I can’t so I won’t, I mean . . . **shrugs** . . .

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Have a good night, Sweethearts, and please be safe.

Pleasant dreams, Kiddo.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo


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