Profile

Brutal rectangular fortress

Windowed metal

Of case resolution

Searching online for social profiles of deranged persons

Thousand word post replies lacking punctuation, detailing government harassment

Fire damaged photographs shared as evidence of nefarious plots

Beside her scrapbook, the heat-sagging fireguard of a Djeep lighter she bought in Texaco

Pity first but the contagion of mistrust; the off chance lends doubt’s benefits

Consider that her words may be true

Photographs damaged in a house fire started by government spooks.

What we all ask of our spouses: what is he or she up to?

A cauled monk but his hood loosely worn. See, eye, eh?

Honeybees labelled A-Z. 2 on a wilting pansy and an observer. F, B and I

Networks, spies and elaborate location masks

Peer to peer to peer to peer to peer into a troubled life.

The summary of facts is the case

Badgeless sheriffs from the captchalands collate their data

String linked notes and photographs pinned to a triptych of corkboards

Without facts, they begin speculating and salacious narratives flood in

Deep cover agents and agitators

Panasonic voyeurism, the pervert uncle wink of an aperture snap.

This woman is a spy

This woman doesn’t exist, her profile is a subtle rendezvous for spies who decode her cryptic missives to gain their orders

The woman is telling the truth, maintaining knowledge for which she is persecuted

The woman is a created character, part of an elaborate ARG

These bizarre comments, the odd but consistently erroneous formatting, must relate to recruiting campaigns run by three letter agencies

Whosoever solves this will find the truth about Cicada

I hate opening a closed door.

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