I Can't Prove It, But I Can

I Don't Like Books, They're All Fact, No Heart.

It's Hard To Swallow Your Pride. That's Why I Slather Mine In Mayonnaise.

I May Be Just An Empty Flesh Terminal Reliant On Technology For All My Ideas, Memories And Relationships, But I Am Confident That All Of That Everything That Makes Me A Unique Human Being Is Still Out There Somewhere, Safe In A Theoretical Storage Space Owned By Giant, Multinational Corporations.

Attack Life, It's Going To Kill You Anyway.

There Hasn't Been A Scandal This Big At The C.i.a. Since (classified) Committed (censored) To (redacted).