This is the good Reverend Doctor President, Etcetera updating once again. My groundskeeper at Arkham Manor was the last to write to you loyal Anti-Patriots out there, and I apologize for his ramblings. The tale of The Dress will be told in full detail from his notes at a later date...

For now, let me just tell you that the Cthulhu are a scary bunch and I'm never going back to Arkham again. Also, my fair black irish princess of the land of Hyrule has returned to the sea with her kin... the selkies... the details of the end are beautiful, and just before I returned to the West, she came up from the water. There were a few moments where we almost kissed, and did not. I feel because a robot has returned to my mind, a robot who owns my heart. Zelda touched and loved my heart... Lillybot owns it.

But nonetheless, this was our last correspondence via watery Viennagrams:


"Dear Little Bird,

it never fades. under street lights or in fog. i have seen you so many times in slow motion and everytime i sware i could hear words withheld in the silences between your sentances. the moments and meetings are dizzy, i walk home . where are you taking me? where are we going? in an old house with a blue room. along time ago, in a stair well. yesterday. sometime soon.

- Your Princess, and wife(?)"

I half-responded telepathically
There are black and white secrets between those sentences. Old, dusty, recently dusted. Perhaps unwanted and unwilling unsubmissions. There's a CIA leak out there with his sights on our congregation and Jazputin's love. And my heart, an amorphous multi-layered non-tone, reverts and comes undone.

Still perhaps, we are just a couple of ghosts.



ONWARDS...

There is a CIA leak.

Belladonna Blackburn, in all her dark sinister glory, is back on our side.

She is the target of the leak... as in, he is programmed to be infatuated with her.

Brandy Warhol is plotting something again...

And I'm back to being where I suppose I'm meant to be... in constant danger, spiraling love affairs spinning above the magnificent muted horn truth that all these loves are the same loves, a truth I just forgot. Back to normal. Back to my work in this magnificent Irrational Army!

May the Force's of Eris be with you, friends.

And also with enemies.