"This night has opened my eyes. And I will never sleep again."
Oh, what a curse it is to always unmistakably recognize people’s dishonesty.
Goodbye fairy tails and miracles. They are not for me. I’m not a believer.
How nauseating the words “I love you” have become…
I know what genuine is, and I predict your lies before you even thought them out.
It is too much to ask to be honest. Because that might jeopardize their chance of getting what they want.
I’m listening to you; even your eyes are lying. The skillfulness of your lying astonishes me. It is a skill, and like wine it only gets better with age (and experience).
What is the solution? I will lie to you too. Of course my principles will not let me say “I love you”, you will get all the magic you want. I hope you can stomach it.
At least when I lie my character has some consistency. That should become the essential rule for all the liars out there.
The life of a little screw in a big machine needs infusions of magic. At least once a month. Denying yourself those pleasures can, no doubt, be very harmful and even lethal.
But what to do when the pleasures that are on offer reek of plastic fakeness, sugary coca-cola-ness, hello kitty smilyness.
Take is or leave it, baby. It’s all yours!
Goodbye fairy tails and miracles. They are not for me. I’m not a believer.
How nauseating the words “I love you” have become…
I know what genuine is, and I predict your lies before you even thought them out.
It is too much to ask to be honest. Because that might jeopardize their chance of getting what they want.
I’m listening to you; even your eyes are lying. The skillfulness of your lying astonishes me. It is a skill, and like wine it only gets better with age (and experience).
What is the solution? I will lie to you too. Of course my principles will not let me say “I love you”, you will get all the magic you want. I hope you can stomach it.
At least when I lie my character has some consistency. That should become the essential rule for all the liars out there.
The life of a little screw in a big machine needs infusions of magic. At least once a month. Denying yourself those pleasures can, no doubt, be very harmful and even lethal.
But what to do when the pleasures that are on offer reek of plastic fakeness, sugary coca-cola-ness, hello kitty smilyness.
Take is or leave it, baby. It’s all yours!