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CONSPIRACY 101


This is my truth... I was born in 1963, just before JFK was shot. The shot heard 'round the nation, was never just a shot, it was more than that-

(Conspiracy nutter!)

It is not the conspiracy, it was the attention it garnered of our sensibilities to our nation, especially having just elected a prince charming to the highest office in the land, ha ha, what a tea party must have been like to be around him... Best we would have surrounded ourselves as One instead of splintering into knots this idea of terrorism. We need become worthy of our tenure sometime before we go, not as an individual, though that has its benefits, too, but as a collective, beyond our imaginations is our only limit! Smile and let's engage Me, shall We?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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