When people say the name, "Edgar Allen Poe" (incorrect spelling) they think of a dark "macabre" figure, not someone who purposefully interpolated the word "God" into almost every single letter he wrote to his friends and affilitations, enemy, or otherwise.

They didn't realize he had a trunk full of magic, religious, and science, and math books he refused to live without.

They didn't realize how precocious Virginia Clemm was, but most of all they don't know he was me, Brendan S.

When Poe died, he did not really die, in my opinion.

He symbolized himself.

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His dying wish, was to write a magazine of his own.

My website now has accounted for over 50,000 views.

And is a remarkably popular site, for just a plain old writing site.

I would say, his dying wish came true.

He was weighing the magazine titles, between two different names.

"The Stylus" -- or "The Penn" 

In the end, he would decide upon a magazine for a magazine's sake ... or a "prison" (the pen) (get it..?) -- such as to be used for justice.

His final decision was to call it "The Penn."

And the name has both died, and resurrected.

With him.

He eventually wrote his magazine.

He got the girl at the end.

And he completed his every task, for the "other side" of the Illuminati, he had formed in secret, known as the Dark Illuminati, meaning he created the Dark Illuminati.

The various proxies for my leadership are figures in Hollywood. (Such as Bruce Willis).

And it is said the Illuminati are the original founders of America.

Poe once visited the white house.

So have I.

I've walked all over D.C.

Rode their subways.

Seen their homeless.

Seen the landmarks, and all of the statues.

And I liked it there.

The weather is good in D.C.

I have fought for this country, name after name, incarnation after incarnation, and I have always stood by America's side.

Today, June Nineteenth, is the day that marks the end of slavery.

As well as the silent war (codename for WWIII) -- the war between the secret societies.

All of which no longer stand tall anymore, except for the Illuminati.

I was their harbinger, and secret weapon at the same time.

And this whole time ..

You've been reading my magazine.


- Brendan Lee Sprague