I like to drink but I only with my friends I don’t care to drink with strangers I have to factor in my concentration got to keep my story straight my lies always carried more weight than my truths after all, lies are the common currency truths are rare as diamonds I save the truths for the people I trust what do you say to that? I don’t know what to say myself it’s not my place to say but what do you think? coz I don’t know what to think I never knew what to think I always moved in the wrong direction is that symptomatic of a poor education? I could blame my past but with little conviction I’ve always been the victim of my own machinations I couldn’t care less now but I suffered then nobody suffers like the poor and I was impoverished in spirit I could tell some stories we all could tell some stories life is anecdotal and fifty percent deception but that’s to be expected how could we live with ourselves if it weren’t for our lies?
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