What do you want me to do at this point, hire a Remote Viewer? I mean, if you're offering to sponsor I'll take it, but short of that - even if Shmorky flat out told me they were in 19 Klurfsville drive of Diaperfuck, New Jersey (which I imagine would probably just be in Camden) - there's a good chance it would just be a lie. I didn't even know Shmorky's real AGE until we were together for a year. Engaging in conversation with me and Shmorky was literally like the Riddle of the Two Brothers at the Doors or whatever the fuck it's called. It wasn't even intentional - we were just that schizo. We created a negative feedback loop of pure schizophrenia that we became a fucking Tulpa ala Tuvix from Voyager. We were like two deeply mentally ill people that together also created this "third" entity that only exists in the fucking Akashik Record now. That is literally as plain as I can make it. I hope this explanation helps.
The truth of Shmorky is that there is no truth. There is only a timeline of different identities from his birth in 1980 as David Kelly to wherever and whoever the fuck he is today. That is Shmorky. That is the best answer I can give to the Shmorky Question because for all I know the person I was engaged to for two years wasn't even Shmorky at this point. Which only leaves us with one final possibility.....
Have we ever seen Shmorky and Uncle Anthony in the same place....at the same time?
For real though - Shmorky's secrets will literally die with Uncle Anthony and the other members of the Kelly Family. His brothers Lance and Chris, both of whom were actually individuals who were completely normal on the surface, both of whom according to Shmorky beat the shit out of him. And then you have his parents - who I'm pretty sure might actually be aliens because they were just the most fucking 'anything goes' Boomers I have ever met in my life to the point where whatever the fuck they took at Woodstock - I want some. Really, they were indescribable. Just...anything goes to the point where it makes the parents from Big Mouth look like the goddamn Cleavers.
So either Whitley Strieber was right about everything, or Shmorky was just molested. It's anyone's guess.
In other news, I'm legally changing my name to Amadeus after all. So if you want an actual legal name to call me you can call me that because I don't even know how to change my username on here. Amadeus Milan - changing the last name too. I've saved everyone the trouble of doxxing me since I don't even have the documents yet and that's technically what I should be working on doing right now. So if you want a 'proper name' to call me if you're so inclined - Amadeus is it. Still a they/them for reasons that are entirely between me and the Ethics Department.
