I can't blame you.
Start simple, with your mouth. Curl your mouth around the snarling words like you found them in an encyclopedia. Form each syllable with precision and an unwavering tongue. Echo confidence and part aggression. The words are the truth and the words are your mind. The words are what you know and only what you know and their grand entrance must be grander than their sister's.
Slowly unclench your stiff knuckles and relax your hands. Never wipe palm-sweat onto your pants--cleanly wave them to portray emotion. Don't overuse them though. Don't touch your face. Don't cross your arms. Don't cross your fingers, in front or behind. Don't fix your tie. Don't zip your zipper, twirl your hair, bite your nails, tuck in your shirt, don't, don't, don't. The key is nothing.
Convince yourself. Not of your rottenness or of your falsity. Convince yourself of the truth. Relate the nonsense to your frontal lobe slowly and with detail. Illustrate a novel of experience to accompany it and erase any previous drafts. This is why, this is how, this is when. Release your superego and capture your inner id, allowing all inhibition to escape and find a new owner. A fire in your brain, a stove in your heart, a cold, icy look on your face. Don't twitch.
Lastly, engage your eyes. Control the dilation of your pupils. Apply a glimmer to them that is beyond passion and that portrays truth. People can see mischief in there. If you can't control your eyes you can't control your lies. Do not, under any circumstance, allow them to glow or light up in anger or frustration with yourself or with another, unless they are alight with the burning flame of truth.
You have the lie, you've birthed the lie, you are the lie.
This could have been a lie.
Alice
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