Monday, July 17, 2006

My Prestige

In a manner of speaking let me show you my hands, palms forward, fingers splayed, and I will say to you (and mark this well): "Every word of this is true and not a facade by any means". Now I rotate my hands so that you may see their backs, and I say to you: "You have nothing to loose."
Finally, I tweak at the cuffs of my jacet to reveal my wrists, and I say to you: "After all, what would I have to gain by writing nothing but the truth?"

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