the_life_of_impending_inevitable_lies raze we were talking about dead things. her father's eyes locked onto mine. everything turned. i lied to tell the truth. his wife speaking: "that's a sin." i was a psychic before i was blatant. i know that now. i was on my way more than once. the ending attempted to undermine the whole story, just like the four wastes of time that preceded it. we all left a cookie in the cookie jar. it was easy to find but hard to represent. 260420 what's it to you? who go blather from