I’m sure someone has told you a lie to protect your feelings or to set you up for deception. We all lie. Some lies are grander than others. A lie begs no excuse and provides no reason.
We must be wary of the Serial Liar — for no reality exists for that sort of fibber and they are rarely aware of the fact that every word flowing from their lips is not true.
You recognize the Serial Liar by the tawdry friends they keep and the dismally dissociative associates they curry.
Serial Liars feed upon the weak and maul the good and exploit the want-to-be-liked. Serial Liars know — on some hidden, internal, level — that the truth doesn’t matter to their sycophants… only telling them what they want to hear matters most.
Avoid the Serial Liar and their cohorts — but if you must work with them, or you cannot escape their clutches — momentarily become one of them or risk the fate of every good heart: A bloody piercing.
Lie your face off. Lie as if you life depended upon it. Truthtellers get branded and then eaten in the world of Serial Liars.
Your only salve against the wounding of your mistruths is in the comfort in knowing you are telling lies while Serial Liars have no sense of righteousness or the truth — and the difference between you and them is overwhelming as you cannot wait to race in the opposite direction of their essence once you are beyond their awful, clawing, grasp.