In your Gut.

Lies Lies Lies (2004): 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? I'm not a liar, I try again to get up. This time I'm flayed, splayed. I feel myself screaming. I'll tell you about lies. There are white lies and black lies, and many shades of grey lies. Some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness Lies that preserve dignity Lies that spare pain. Everybody's a liar. Thoughts? suggested questions: Why the fuck are you quoting the l word? Because I found this to be one of the most powerful moments of the first season (near the climax episode, the monologue is intercut and most of the major plot points are confronted). There is a hell of a lot more to the show than hot lesbians. What did you lie about that you felt the need to blog about it? Quote. Everybody's a liar. /Quote. This little scene has been in my mind for weeks since I thought of my more serious resolution (not being as much of a 'lesbitch' was a joke because we all knew that wasn't gonna happen). Nobody can stop lying, but I want to be more in control of whether they are malicious or ones the less negative ones. Why no blog for like a month? I felt as if I nobody wanted to read 14 blogs worth of lyrics from The Con. Other than that I basically have been working too much to remember to be bothered. Plus I've been seeing/talking to most of the important people lots more during the holidays anyway. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. Sugar spell it out. Like O, like h in your gut In your gut. In your S.o.S. Anyway. I have The Con on (again). The lack of my Lastfm scrobbles these days is because that album has been on my stereo basically non-stop. :D