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Splayed out on cardboard thin mattress But a head up in the clouds Dreaming up pretty excuses Mistruths: tools of the trade My personal language All dialogue founded on disguise We need not converse with veracity Or at least, human nature presupposes that Truth is a commodity in uncertain times Why submit and envelop in vulnerability? So I lie, and lie, and lie…
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 6:04 PM UTC
I Lie
Splayed out on cardboard thin mattress But a head up in the clouds Dreaming up pretty excuses Mistruths: tools of the trade My personal language All dialogue founded on disguise We need not converse with veracity Or at least, human nature presupposes that Truth is a commodity in uncertain times Why submit and envelop in vulnerability? So I lie, and lie, and lie…
Conversation is inherently subtextual. If dramatic irony were a business, it would make a fortune of the chats we have with others. Secrecy exists in every word uttered and honesty is a scarcity. I too have fallen prey to this societal hypernormalisation of white lying and evasion of topics: it is safer not to provoke or intrude. Lying is paramount to the efficacy of human communication, as it helps to buttress civility and ensure the sustainability of polity. If we were all truthful, it can be imagined that the world would descend into fiery chaos. But chaos is not all that bad, if it incites proper change; exposure of the clandestine.
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 6:04 PM UTC
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