the art of lying is a science: i'll put on my lab coat and my safety goggles and tinker inside your head until all you see is what i want you to see. you'll wonder, "have i gone blind? or was i blind all my life, and it's only now that i've realized what all this is?" and ill slyly grin, baring my teeth in a way that hopefully doesn't threaten you, tucking my demon's tail away and out of sight, pleasantly answering, "i don't know, you tell me." what a farce it is, a tasteless, turgid, terrible show, poorly written and scarcely rehearsed. the actors are all shams, ghouls and frauds, devils and beggars and thieves and cheats. such a shame that something so beautiful could actually be so ugly. not many can see behind the thick draping of those velvet curtains, but i see. i see everything. and you see nothing, because i've kept everything from you. take a scalpel and slice through my chest, peel back the thick draping of this velvet flesh, crack the cage of ivory bone, have a peek inside at all these holy terrors. they're living in me. i am them, and they are me. (this isn't a horror story. nor is it a horrible declaration of self-emaciation. it's a warning. be careful who you believe.)
~ F.T.WillZ-must-die