I only lie when you ask me a question. If you stop talking to me I will stop. So many layers of flesh. So many personalities. So many issues. So many of "one of those days" So many bills. Never enough pills. Pump yourself full of opiates. Dull the pain. Never know. Never care. Not me. Eyes wide open and even I know I am insane. Blip on the radar. Glitch on the case. Foul up on a settlement. Itchy trigger finger. Slipped and fell penis first into another. Pain. Laughter. PS3. Is it all so simple?
