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Psyche discusses the manipulation tactics used by people who spread half-truths and rumors in whisper networks, using a dramatic spoken-word piece to dissect these tactics. He critiques those who attempt to provoke a reaction from him, instead choosing to remain calm and observe their actions.
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Browse era →Rumor. Whisper networks. And concerned little bystanders, welcome. Please keep your rumors folded neatly under your chairs. We'll be using them as confetti later cat.
They whispered he's dramatic, unstable, hard to please. Then clutch their pearls so tightly they near cut off their own breeze. A private little worry here, a solemn little sigh, a bless his heart, I'm nervous with a sparkly alibi. They never tell a whopper when a half-truth will suffice. They serve it room temperature and call the
plating nice. They let the rumor assemble it. They let the crowd infer. They stand there looking innocent in beige and cashmere fur. But I know this production. I know each tacky prop, the script, the cue, the fake concern, the tasteful little slop. You wanted me to burst on stage and shriek till I was hoarse. Instead I crossed one leg and let you die
upon your source. I see the board. I see the game. You sold the scandal. I sold the name. You wanted thunder, fury, discord. I gave you silence, hush. I see the board. You sold the scandal. I sold the name. You wanted thunder, fury, discord. But now you're stuck mid-monologue, ignored. >> >> And darling, I see the board.
You studied all my buttons like a butler studies wine. You thought my nerves were vending slots that paid out on your time. A jab, a glance, a poison joke, a friend with updates twice. You pressed and pressed and pressed and hoped I'd melt for your device.
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