the resurrection files ✶ autopsy of an office cover story 💀👻🔄
(it reads like
you fucked
with my husband
while i was pregnant,
still signed
the fuck onto my file,
like a pyscho—
and kept contact
like a fucking pyscho—
through our
entire fucking marriage,
and potentially ✨
while he was out
on felony
dv bond
for choking me out—
while y’all
concealed a
material conflict)
💀(🔫)
aka:
bro that shit
is
really
fucking
bad.
🤷♀️👮
aka:
yo—
are we about
to make
colorado case law
fucking history? 🧑⚖️✨⚖️
i think the fuck so.
⚖️💡✨
ok.
holy shit.
no the fuck
i did not
just drag hundreds
of fucking pages 🔄
out of the goddamn grave
and line them up
like a fucking firing squad—
but i did.
aka the
500+ pages 🗂️💥
of timestamped
fuckery
i that i truly thought
for sure fucking died—
crawled out of the
motherfucking grave
📄✍️🤯
babe,
resurrected.
finally.
deleted
wasn’t deleted.
it was waiting.
so.
i ran the whole
dumbass shitshow
through a phrase sweep
(not ai; a fucking machete):
it’s fucking bad.
nah,
despite
blacking out
this whole fucking
period—
turns out
i didn’t overreact.
i underreacted.
i tried to be fucking decent
while a corporate mascot
literally chucked
flaming shit on me—
while pregnant.✨
✍️😑
justification squads?
(plural)
hi.
hope you’re well.
but yo,
the only thing
you’re closing?
is a case study
in fucking breach.
and listen—
it’s honestly
fucking finished.
💔
and yo,
it doesn’t even
bring me fucking
joy—
it makes me
wanna fucking
vomit.
✨🧾🤰💥🥊
because
what demonic✨
professional✨
fucking industry
could blatantly
fuck 💥😢
an extremely
vulnerable
client—
you knowingly
fucking induced💥
into this
goddamn
fucking
disloyal,
disgusting,
seemingly deadass
defrauding— 💥😢
whole fucking
pyramid scheme
so goddamn egregiously?✨
baby,
this is civil, 💥
propoderance scale?
lmfao
you’re fucking—
dead on arrival.
zero chance
of recessitation,
heart stops—💔
pronounced deceased
on
fucking
site.
👍🙃✨
civil court?
shit isn’t
fucking sudoku,
babe.
it’s a scale.
lol
if my shit
weighs even
a fucking fingernail
more than yours?
shit. 💔
means i win.
that’s preponderance.
aka more
likely than not.
aka 51% > 49%.
(colorado, hi.)
wild,
am i right? 💀
lol y’all
not certainty—
nah,
not
“beyond a reasonable doubt.”
nope.
just a fucking tilt.
a goddamn wobble.
a lil-ass lean.
✨🧾
burden?
babe, mine.
and?
fuck—
i got this shit,
all day.
every day. 🫠
(*don’t worry
my demonic other half—
i’ll start
a fucking
college fund✨
for our girl—
with the
fucking
damages)
🤝🙃✨
the fucking reality:
everyone’s acting
like they
don’t notice—✨
the scale?
that shit isn’t
fucking nudged;
nah babe—
that shit is
face-down
in the fucking gutter
💀🔥🎉
spitting up blood,
a tooth,
it’s fucking dignity
and that shit?
yo, it’s
absolutely
fucking covered
with fiduciary
fucking fingerprints.
👍✨✨
honestly?
baby,
this is my karma,
it’s called—
fucking justice.
so babe?
save the “no duty /
no knowledge.”
for the
legal precedent
you’re about to set.
brand-new,
court-tested
fucking standard on
breach.
misconduct.
non-supervision.
and what the fuck
not to do.
🙂👍🔪
yo.
(finra 👀)
👻
✶
preserve
everything.
we’ll discuss
the rest
under fucking oath.
🗓️⚖️😩✨
