Sir
Walter Wadsworth Wiggins iii
Maude
& Yellow Girl Mine
Sunnyside
Victoria
Latitude
-36 50’ 00” Longitude 147 30’ 00”
1st
April, 1860
My dear Beatrice,
Incredibly strange, amazing and wonderful
happenings are taking place. As a result, I now understand much, much more.
This week my finger nails grew at least the length
of my fingers and then all fell out, they are coming back thicker and stronger
now. My hair went white overnight on Monday, red on Tuesday and now back to
white, some of my teeth have fallen out while others are getting bigger and
sharper. My feet are looking more like
hands today, my big toes have relocated further down my feet and look more like
thumbs. My strength is returning, my eyesight is improving and my back is
getting very hairy.
I dreamed last night that I hunted a mammoth armed
only with a spear. I brought it down with my first shot. Quaggas were abundant
on these amazing, endless plains surrounded by the most vivid blue sky that I
have ever seen. I have a very strong hunger for bananas.
The strangest thing - A tattoo has mysteriously
appeared across the palms of my hands. I can only see it when I interlock my
fingers. When I let my hands unlock, the tattoo disappears. It is an
instruction diagram for the device. The device looks relatively simple but is
extremely powerful. It uses science not known by me. I know now that it is a
navigation device and it will guide me to a part of the world that nobody knows
exists. Q must know something because the key that he secretly passed to me
operates the device.
When Thaddeus, Reginald & Chaos arrive, they
will break me out of the tower and we can escape with help from the device. I
hope they bring bananas! Great news, Montgomery is also on his way. I only hope
that Eleven does not interfere. You must pursue him. They
are near Beatrice, they are very near. If you can’t get me to the mountain, you
must deliver the mountain to me! Hurry Beatrice.
You may not hear from me now for a while dear. I
hope not too long.
fromage
dans votre oreille
Walter
299,792,458
Laughing spiders rising up
Arachnoscending us to sup
Hunt in absence of the sun
Beware, the poison of their tongue
Razor worms plotting underground
Flesh and blood in us abound
Drill from beneath through covered sole
Burrow their way in to your soul
Dragonflyes descend in swarms
No escape from hissing forms
Attacking us with poison darts
That pierce our broken bleeding hearts
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