…from my younger, more cynical, and clearly, improperly medicated days.
It’s so dismal it’s funny. Good lord, and I think of then as one of the best times of my life? Eek. I think I was trying to be “Dark.” “Serious.”
“Mental,” perhaps. Oh well… enjoy, if that’s your thing.
Importance of Lies
Everything important in life is based on a lie.
Politicsâ€”the lie that anyone can represent anyone else.
Governmentâ€”the lie that people can live under any control happily.
Friendsâ€”the lie that you really understand each other.
Familyâ€”the lie that youâ€™d be together if you werenâ€™t forced to.
Loveâ€”the lie that someone else is more important than you.
Sexâ€”the lie that sensation exists apart from emotion.
Artâ€”the lie that anything really could be so perfect.
Dramaâ€”the lie of acting.
Natureâ€”the lie that anything beautiful can last.
Nothing important can exist without lies.
Who wants to hear you do look awful?
That actually, weâ€™re not happy to see you?
That you look older, fatter, and uglier than ever before?
That it isnâ€™t me, it is you?
That you just arenâ€™t good enough anymore to love?
That maybe you never were, but I was stupid?
Lies control us because we use them to control others.
Lies surround us because we surround ourselves in them.
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