I already dislike that stupid, liar kid.
Is his uncle a T-Rex?

I'm curious about liars though. Like legit pathological liars. I have so many questions to ask them! I just know I wouldn't get answers I could trust. That will have to be a curiosity I keep locked away.

Compulsive lying is definitely tip-of-the-iceberg of mental illness if it's not it's own disorder all together.

You tell people you've never had ketchup before which is probably one of the most curious things to lie about...

but I use to tell people I didn't believe in whales. I'd insist the were machines and a hoax.

I knew they were real.

I think generally a pathological liar wants to believe his or her own lies. Just as much as they want other people to believe them. Or maybe they're just addicted to people's immediate response. Lie to cover up things, lie to manipulate, like to compensate. It makes sense.

Ketchup and whales make no sense.

It's peculiar as hell to witness people lying. I don't have room to judge, I just think it's strange.

In my head while I watch a person lie - I imagine them changing forms. They shape-shift into someone with an oily expression and a mouth full of teeth.

Very exaggerated like a caricature.

Like they aren't real people. I lied about the whales but I feel like a real person. I'm probably a wooden puppet but I think I'm a real person.

Anyways, about stepping back from the edge - I don't need to.

Leap of faith.

I mean yeah - I'm nervous. But I really love laughing my head off before we fall into a deep meep. And a lot of nights I've noticed I have trouble falling asleep because I'm too busy smiling. So I think that means things are working out.

I want to eat crab apples out of your neck and make room for berries so that cute little bats and pterodactyls can come nest between our jaws and collar bones.

So no. no, no, no, I'm certainly not stepping back.

He was a pretty funny guy. He once threw a pencil in the ceiling tile in class. The teacher made him take it down. The next day he comes into class without a pencil. The teacher starts lecturing him about it and all he says is, "Well, if it were still in the ceiling I'd have it."

I died.

I saw him in jail last year. He told me if I wanted free cable with all the good channels, to look him up.

Yea, I know a few people who lie about things that I know they are lying about. Or they'll tell stories that I have told like they were there? I guess they tell it forgetting who told them or they are such liars that they really think it's their story?

Or maybe they were there and I'm crazy.

I really have never had the following: ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, tomatoes, pickles,  most dressings. No lie to tell, just do not think I would enjoy them. 

Yes, I've had pizza sauce.

I don't believe most people anyway. Always trying to cover up.

I don't think you can eat crab apples.
I would also hate them living in my neck.

Yea I think my biological dad is a habitual liar... compulsive. He use to tell me that he had mailed me letters or cards... I would get them a month later. Oh well.I also have blue ink all over my left hand... no idea.I also smell tattoo ink. The nurses think I'm crazy.

P.S: .... poison dart frogs.