It's a place where Rock'n'Roll stars will never die - they have to be murdered or assassinated. Elvis lives and he's surfing the Internet, baby. It's a place where every molehill is a grassy knoll and there is no such thing as a lone gunman. It's all a conspiracy - everything. The government is in on it.
Secret societies are in on it.
Your neighbors and your boss are probably in on it. Even Dilbert is probably in on it. I discovered this strange planet of Dark Skies and X-Files while searching for something on the Internet. Just plug in the word ''conspiracy,'' and step through the looking-glass into the Weird Dimension, where one door always leads to another. It grows in the dark like those mushrooms that induced cyberdelic hallucinations of a U.S. Navy missile attack on TWA Flight 800.