Minnesota Conspiracies
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The conspiracy theorists were right all along.
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Oostduinkerke-bad , Vlaamse Westkust , België
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✰ Bodysuit ▸ AVALE Kitty @ Cosmopolitan
✰ Hair ▸ VoltHair- Holli Hair-Pack1
✰ Makeup ▸Idtty Faces – Lelutka Conspiracy Theory ( im obsessed with this one )
✰ Earrings ▸ e.marie // Alexis Earrings
✰ Pose ▸ Secret Poses – My Ravens
The industrial-styled neon sign of Dallas’ now-closed Conspiracy Bar in the Deep Ellum neighborhood.
Black-tailed godwits
The Black-tailed godwits went on alert drawing my attention and as I took this picture I took my eyes off the fence behind me and the Kingfisher sat on it laughing at me :-)
Not everyone agrees with our government and their Covid-19 measures. Suspicion and impatience are increasing among some.
Five layers , background pic my own. Sky via Unsplash. Original mannequin pics Marcus Spiske/ Unsplash. All work on iPhone7 and Juxtaposer, Snapseed apps.
A group of lemurs is called a conspiracy.
These ring-tailed lemurs huddle together to keep warm on this cool, windy day at The Calgary Zoo.
Highly unlikely cover for a Sun Ra album yet to be recorded in some other life :))
Processed in PicMonkey
Music (right click to open in a new tab):
"Outer Nothingness" by SUN RA, in 'The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra' (1965)
Will you hear
past the frost,
if I say in silence?
Will you know
my ghost,
if I stay in silence?
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The Badlands is a freak of nature. An ancient sea floor rose and swallowed the rolling plains. With time, the new earth was whimsically eroded by snow, ice, and rain since the age of behemoth mammoths, who tramped these lands but are now extinct. In our times, the land was roamed upon by the native Peaux-rouges (redskins), who lived here in its reverence and thrived for centuries. Then came the White man and the prairie was set on fire and smeared in blood and betrayals. Many ghost dances and several massacres later, this land eventually saw an eerie silence settle on its wounds.
Today, the wind howls all over the land as if it has lost its lover. The hurried squall, in a deep conspiracy with grey heavens, revives buried hearts of the land. And the land bleeds again. The blood, no longer red but now turned soil, flows ephemerally through the land carrying songs and ceremonies of the past. A lucky observer, who is otherwise stupid enough to expose himself to such raw elements, is hypnotized by these arenaceous waters as his spirit winds freely with the silent land.