On two separate occasions, I came home to an empty house with my headphones moved. My parents had not been home. They were at work.
I'm now obsessed with the idea that the head phones will send me secret messages from Mars. OR fucking subliminal messages from the NSA or the goddamn DHS. I almost refuse to use them at all.
OR brain cancer.
I haven't decided.
I still treat them with care. They could be used as evidence. They could be straight from dARPA.
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