I could have been a big time dealer a crooked politician or a rock n roll star but I’m a two time loser with comic book credentials that stink of soured dreams and dirty
linen I’ve been a naughty boy again I soiled my character with another unfortunate truth
they say you don’t have to apologise for the truth that the truth speaks for itself well, the truth is obscene it’s just another lie a big shitty lie with sprinkles on it we live in a world of lies
we cling to our sacred deceptions swearing by almighty god that the account we shall give shall be the whole truth... it don’t bear thinking about but I do I think about it constantly the truth is a terrible thing and I’ve sickened of it so pluck out my eyes stop up my ears shield me from the merciless truth with beautiful and comforting lies
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