Cliffnotes Version

How could you do it? How could you lie to your family and friends, those you love and hate. How could you lie to your mother your brother your critics your fans? How could you lie to the world and not bat an eyelid, yet most of all, how could you lie to yourself?
It's easy when you know how.

What's the difference between a decision made and a decision taken? And where does there lie more guilt and more burden? And is to know truly to understand? And then is to understand truly to believe? What twisted circles there be are circles only for the sake of continuity, and nought else.

A dull ache in the left arm. The crushing feeling of missing a lecture because of Smallville. The depressing realisation of normality. The inevitable resignation to destiny, to fate.

And this is not the promised dedication, but a short step away. And what character of the world would you most relate to? A wasted weekend and lost Scrabble. But our essence is not in out words but there where it is invisible. And we say the queue grows ever long, and to our duties do we now drag ourselves. The Brunch Bowl la cucuracha!

Shake yoru head, rattle rattle rattle! Such selfishness is a glorious demise ^_^