purpose driven lies

knew a joker once. this guy was one compulsive liar. one sick, backbiting sonofagun.

he practically lies about everything. he doesn't speak a goddamn word in truth. he speaks of tall stories whenever we hang out. every story he relays is inaccurate. and whenever he talks about simple things, simple ideas, even when those situations obviously does not require any kind of untruth, this yoyo somehow manages to bombard it with fish stories and fiction.

dishin' out lies at a rate of ten words per minute.

i mean, this guy is one-of-a-kind. a genuine phony. jesus. he's like, the god of lies or sumthin'.

he deceives his so-called friends. most often leading to injury and wounded pride. he fools the women who initially thinks the sonofabitc* is an all-out sweetheart. he lies to his parents an friends an relatives, just to squeeze money out of them poor individuals.

sometimes his fibs turn out so malign, he causes so much aggravation. the fool doesn't realize it. he thinks it's okay to lie. he thinks those are just little white lies. no. he's effhin' caused so much damage to everyone around him already, it's about time somebody put a stop to it.

the halfwit is under the impression that nobody doesn't realize that he is one jive turkey.

i can't believe that all this time, he's still alive, and fooling around. someday he's gonna run out of idiots to fool, women to play around with, and "friends", to deceive.

sometimes he gets tangled up in his web of lies, and out comes the truth. that's how i realized the jerk was living outta a mirror a' deceit.

most often he's the talk of the town. sometimes, when i'm in a connivin bastard mood, i'd walk right up to him and strike a conversation with him. just to see how deep his lies can go.

"hey, what's goin' on, genius?".

whatever it is that he's doin', he must have a really strong reason for that. i just can't seem to picture his purpose, when it's obviously much easier to tell the truth.

a living legend. goddamn phony.