i don't understand my sick obsession with pale figments of luscious lips and wide eyed malevolence and my tendency to bring them alive through compulsive lying. no i'm lying again. i do understand. what i can't understand is how i can be so underhanded and despicable towards my friends and especially myself. i have respect for no one.

because of my egotistical nature, being a compulsive liar is still not half as bad as desiring the lies that lie dead in my throat which are brought alive by the necromancy of my clever deceit.