Dec
15th
Mon
15th
I’m sitting in the chair writhing in agony. A demon a minor demon, is pinning me there, fucking with my head.
“Abraxas.”
He says…
“I’m Abraxas the demon of lies and deceit.”
“So, what do you want to know about lies my dear?”
I’m not a liar, I try again to get up, this time I’m flayed, splayed. I feel myself screaming.
“I will tell you about lies. There are white lies and black lies…and many shades of grey lies, but some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness, lies that preserve dignity…lies that spare pain. Everyone’s a liar dear. Look at them…she is about to tell her lover something patently untrue.”
“Look at their gestures, see how they touch each other too intimately, how they avert their eyes and cover their mouths. They lick their teeth and hold their chins. They embellish their stories with far too much detail.
“Abraxas.”
He says…
“I’m Abraxas the demon of lies and deceit.”
“So, what do you want to know about lies my dear?”
I’m not a liar, I try again to get up, this time I’m flayed, splayed. I feel myself screaming.
“I will tell you about lies. There are white lies and black lies…and many shades of grey lies, but some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness, lies that preserve dignity…lies that spare pain. Everyone’s a liar dear. Look at them…she is about to tell her lover something patently untrue.”
“Look at their gestures, see how they touch each other too intimately, how they avert their eyes and cover their mouths. They lick their teeth and hold their chins. They embellish their stories with far too much detail.
