Nice and easy: grit your teeth until they fissure, crack crack crack it would almost be a crime to not shatter. It should be effortless, the way the tone fluctuates, meandering across the streams that surge amidst the half-truths as they are concocted in the mind. There should be no pause, hesitance a bane. & then, be genuine with what you lie about, for the forked tongues never try halving the impacts. Let them lunge forward, those words, penetrating in ways that can only puncture so deep they make a nest in the chests. Drill into each sternum so intently you leave a hole that can never close. Do not: be forgiven, be forgotten. Good lies only exist in the vacuum of conscience, so lie well like a beast, until you forget that some parts of you still inhabit a man. There is no place for the scared, for the sacred in this.