What We They Want You to Believe
www.japanonymous.com is an incongruous collective of unwitting know-it-alls playing a sinister part in a sinister plot; a conspiracy whose mission is to spread chaos and promote confusion in an otherwise already chaotic and confused world. We They are a secret underground disorganization of secretly disorganized undergroundlings secretly being brainwashed and mind-controlled by even more deeply secreted undergrounded disorganizationalists.
You can find us them getting lost in Tokyo darkness, usually staggering about in vodka-induced stupors. Usually in train stations tunnels. Almost certainly always usually after hours.
What We They Want You to Believe
Once upon a time agone, or so the story goes, a certain uncertain someone decided to risk all, gamble everything, burn bridges and scatter ashes in pursuit of an anonymous existence in Japan. It’s said that after years of struggle (and a deal with the devil) he eventually acquired obscurity. But every soul’s a price to pay; and his long lost solitude, without cause or warning, exploded into louder than life.
He came, was seen, and then disappeared (again).
Whatever-or-not really happened to him, either on the way or in the end, remains a mystery…
So until his secrets never-ever reveal themselves…
www.japanonymous.com respectfully remembers Random Martin a.k.a. splinternails.
“It’s only when you hide the silence finds you.”
Posted by Kemuri Kagami 
1 January, 2008
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