Lying is tough work they say. Lying is harder than telling the truth really.  Realistically you may as well just tell the truth. It’s less stressful to be honest.  It has to be incredibly hard to remember every detail of that miniscule lie that you have told. It must be hard to keep tabs on what you have said and haven’t said so that way the web of deciet does not come untangled.

Once people see that you are lying they begin to see every crack, every flaw, every misconception about you. They see you for only a little white lie, they only see you for your mistruths.

 Lets think about this: You start off with a little white lie. The smallest possible lie that sometimes is a neccesity. Though I’m rather keen to just being honest and telling people like it is, I somewhat understand the basic need to tell a little lie. Anyways, that little lie that you tell turns into a big lie, a huge whopping, oh shit I’m in trouble lie that there is no way out of.

The basic need to lie is not really a basic need. Now that big lie has turned into something of a whirlwind. You got that rush of adrenaline, of excitement in knowing you got away with that lie. So, why not make it bigger, expand your horizon, expand your knowledge of the lie.

The art, oh the art of a lie. How intricate and delicate you must be so not to “fuck” it up. Excuse the use of such trashy words but in this case the little “f word” is really necessary. Oh the sweet rush of that lie and how you cannot sway from details. Once you sway from details people begin to question you and everything about you.  They see you for who you are and the misconceptions you have dealt out. They will question all your words and begin to break down every word that spews from your mouth.

 The conclusion of this debacle. The conclusion of the art of a lie. The ending of this sweet and reckless rant. Do Not Lie!!!