Start by looking to the left of my neck in each of the following still frames. See that wire brush-like tool, buried in the skin sharp-side-up? It pops out of nowhere, from everywhere, and strikes like lightning: a mechanical tentacle with metal spikes on its end, which either stabs or slices my neck and face. It happens a lot these days, and is the primary means by which the skin on my face and neck, and all the underlying muscle and bone and ligaments deteriorated to a ghastly state, literally overnight; that's because it appears (and I've been told) to be radioactive: Discolored and welted stripes from the spikes scraped across my neck Reddened (and almost deadened) skin with stripes left by a tentacle that dragged its spikes across my skin In the past, any video made of assaults by this particular demonic weapon made it look like nothing more than blurry streaks of black; however, tonight, on a late night walk through San Jose, I finally acquired a video wi
My inevitable demise, daily.