There is nobody home.
The lights are on.
But the lights are lying to you.

Take your Grimm and your King James and throw them out the window as the car drives by.
Watch the pages float into the air, like birds looking to evade the hunter's shells.
Their words pointless and unnecessary.

There comes a time when you realize that the presents under the tree were in the closet since November.

Did you know that in some special forces they give you a bunny? The bunny is your responsibility. You are in charge of it. It becomes your only friend. And then, when you get your last training mission, your mission is to kill that bunny. What became the only thing in your life, you have to destroy, because it will eliminate the last weakness inside you and show that you will do anything and that nothing matters to you. You will follow any order now.

All of the conspiracies I believe are just bullshit to dissuade me from the fact that the only conspiracy that matters is the one of me against myself. I am the crack head junkie who cleans up and goes right past the crack house and inside the first day home.

James Dean's car was cursed. It broke bones. It ruined lives. Hell, it killed James Dean. That should have been the first clue it was cursed.

They say that the Majestic 12 were shown a hologram of Jesus being crucified to prove that the aliens created all of our religions.

Or maybe chupacabra came out of the UFO like the alien's pet. Or it's a demon. Or hell is full. The dead will soon walk the earth.

No they won't. The dead already walk the earth. They are all around us. Claw your way away, but you can't escape them. They don't even moan when they rise from their graves.

Under the river the bomber's cargo is hidden. Crash landings wait for no one.

Inside my city are the relics of every saint, bones, teeth, clothes, all inside one church, all waiting for you to pray to them.

Above the highway is a church on the hill where everyone prays for you to be safe.

One night, nine lights rose and we watched them dance.

One night, I saw a truck flashing and several of the same cars with the same twins inside following it.

I am tired of being confronted by the unknown world. I turn my back on it.

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