Every now and then

You should not believe in this section. The men here have guns that need a series of mechanical actions to prime; and, although this is long-standing, and mainly without our remit.

We should remember what our responsibility is. To fight the 30 foot grey venusians as they fight for their lands. Notwithstanding they should realise that their environment is manufactured.

We could conquer upwards with our medical expertise.

More, or less, where the planet spins orange on its (known) axis.

What the fuck is this? I don't remember writing any of this. Looks like my kind of writing. Oddness abounds.