Conspiracy Salad

Yesterday my step-dad caught me trying to clear away piles of dishes and loose mail to get my salad under the most reasonably bright light in the house, and asked if I was taking pictures to see if I could find anything bad in my salad. I think he's working under the assumption that my food caution is more related to paranoia than health, which is silly reall—wait. Did you see that? Whoawhoawhoa. Roll that back...

*gasssssp*

Just as I thought!

If you play it backwards you can hear the Mason ghost lizard Illuminati singing the words to Freebird.

TRUTH IS SOLD AS FICTION AND FICTION IS SOLD AS TRUTH! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.

-♥A.H.