-[c.o.nspire]-
l.o.vely. g.o.d, an.o.ther place to crash and burn. s.o.unds like fun.
-[m.o.ve]-
harl.o.t spirals ab.o.ut the terrain, she defied all. even the almighty gravity. she was never tied t.o. the gr.o.und, n.o.r t.o. the hands of .o.thers. s.o.me called it trust issues while s.o.me just turned the .o.ther way, perferring to ign.o.re the enigmas .o.f existence. ign.o.re the little green men. ign.o.re big br.o.ther. ign.o.re the abn.o.rmal. ign.o.rance is an effortless slide int.o. sweet uncertainty. twin audi.o. radars slacken, capricious with m.o.vements. charcoal slippers propel her n.o.rthward. pyl.o.ns intertangle, c.o.ming t.o.gether falling apart. she was .o.ut .o.f place here. al.o.ng way fr.o.m area 51. didn’t expect t.o. underg.o. a warm welc.o.me. after all,
m.o.st were tired .o.f all the damn conspiracies. they can’t cl.o.ne babies. they are liars .o.n crack. but h.o.w c.o.uld they deny her n.o.w? deny her existence and reality. .o.h well, she is .o.nly a figment .o.f y.o.ur
imaginati.o.n, right? just a magic trick d.o.ne with cheap h.o.llyw.o.o.d stunts.
-[falsify]-
.i’ve been s.o. l.o.st. i’ve felt s.o. much at h.o.me. but here i am.
-[the the.o.ry .o.f c.o.nspiracy]-
accessed denied.
it’s a secret
but i g.o.t the passc.o.de
the sn.o.wflakes are g.o.vernmental spies
i d.o.n’t really trust them
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