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One of the key differences between conspiracy-theory bullshit and "talking about things the government actually did" is that conspiracy-theorist mindset treats political engagement as an ARG. The idea that an average American citizen can engage with intelligence kerfuffles and backroom financial dealing if they're sufficiently perceptive because the powers that be can't help but leave "hints" in odd places everyone can see.

To be sure, the United States government is evil, and it has done and is doing a lot of shady shit that could be called conspiratorial. But, for instance, when the CIA was running Operation Timber Sycamore, they very much did not call up Nikki Minaj and be like "Hey we need you to release a concept album about selling guns to ISIS"

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lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own

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Have you ever noticed the overwhelming emptiness of the chao's eyes. What did they witness

Fall of civilizations?

Sins of men?

Incomprehensible violence?

Horrors of war?

There is no way to wipe the memories, little one

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the funniest part of night watch is vetinari's off screen adventure

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happy birthday!! ✨

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Barbegazi

Folks round here think they know a lot about the old man that lives up the mountain. Parchment paper skin, a beard like a curtain of icicles, and two beady little snowballs that peer out at you. He stalks up the eastern ridges - back where the old bomber fell, after the war. Kids reckon that he might have been the pilot, some ghost haunting its final resting place. Course, ghosts aren’t known to have a taste for liquour, and the stench of cheap whiskey follows Old Man Barbegazi like a stray dog. Not to imply he’s in close with the strays, of course - most anyone with common sense will keep their distance from the Old Man. Good things turn to dust around Barbegazi, people say, and nobody’s ever been brave enough to find out if that’s true. Worldly possessions are wrapped and coddled, if they have to go over the mountain - and kept away from Barbegazi’s greedy fingers. Kids say he’s got collections in his caves, all the little things that have gone missing over the years: socks, hats, wooly scarves and memories, too.  Barbegazi’s not a bad man, though. There’s some providence, in the Greedy Man of the Mountain - but it was never malicious. Barbegazi never kept the missing things. Just looked after them, till they were needed again. 

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Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | Highway to Hell

I saw God in an abandoned alley today and she laughed at me with sharp teeth

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“This is Jeremiah. Jeremiah wore safety goggles while angle grinding. Jeremiah still has his right eye. Be like Jeremiah.”

Via @tjconnorstweets

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I spy.

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among them, it passed for ‘good luck’

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Growing up with your starters

Artist:  esasi8794 / Twitter

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really glad that our extremely normal revenant pitcher was resurrected and able to play the game in a regular way with no further issues

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The Umbral Signs

Aries: The little ones eyes have adjusted to the dark. Yours have not. You remember what the world looked like bathed in color.

Taurus: Frozen traffic lights sit dull against the wind. The creatures perched above them sleep huddled in close piles. The gale tears at your face but feels safe. They cant hear you over the wind.

Gemini: The bones of old war machines jut from the earth. To most this sight is a deathtrap, a maze of burning twisted metal. To you it is an untouched orchard ready for harvest.

Cancer: You work by the light of your own mangled skin. The glowing veins and sparking motors are enough for rough work, and your work is rough indeed.

Leo: There is no death anymore. Just competitive recycling. No corpses, just fast limbs and precious time.

Virgo: There was a low whine in the air, like a trumpet but much higher. You saw the streak of blue across the sky. The clouds parted for a moment and you saw those charnel wings. Glittering black in the burst of light.

Libra: You emerged from your old home blinking and afraid and cold. You did not notice. Nothing could compare to the hunger you felt then. Too-wide eyes unsure of what a meal even was.

Scorpio: Sometimes you stare at the sickly orange mycellium along your hands and ask yourself if you made the correct choice. A thousand voices respond yes yes yes.

Ophiuchus:  When they opened you there was nothing left. Just bones and wires. When they opened you up you were asleep. Your dreams are filled with radio chatter.

Sagittarius: Flesh is weak and minds are many. The old growth cannot be contained. The old growth cannot be bargained with. The old growth cannot be combated.

Capricorn: You have never been lonely. You have legions of children. They swarm about you, all aluminum and lungs. They are your eyes and ears and tongues. 

Aquarius: You saw the spawning forge once. Cascading liquid metal carried and shaped by drones that hung heavy beneath their rotors. A massive arch-welder, her back full of incubating globin. They figured you for chattel.

Pisces: Most of your customers say nothing can live in the acrid salt. You know better. 

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DUDE IM OBSESSED WITH HOZIER

p.s. yall should follow me on tiktok my username is MONSIEUREON 😪✌

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