Destroy.

Τhe young cowboy thought he'd better take a rest by that river. It had been a hard day. He got off his horse, she was a nice grown mare, lit up a cigar, a Marlboro I think it was. Actually it could have been just about anything since this is a fictional story so I get to choose. Eeh, no it's not! It's just me trying to find something catchy as an excuse for an introduction to my "Putting the blame on lies blog". Fuck i've lied twice already. So he found a nice plain rock and sat next to it on the rough, full of nettles, ground. Never knew why he did that though but boy was he going to regret doing something so stupid. Bigtime. There he was smoking his cigarette and all and that's when it came to his mind:

Was I so wrong putting the blame on lies and deception. Lies are definately not the darn problem. Lies could be great. They could keep you from being hurt, help you organise a surprise party (imagine trying to do that without being able to lie! What a big diassapointment would that be!), aid you in your quest to be the greatest story teller of all times (-What?? He really slayed the dragon, killed 200 footmen using only dental floss, fucked the princess and bathed in the blood of his enemies while drinking a cup o' milk?? -Naah, not really..) and a lot of other stuff that right now get in my way of putting forward one of the biggest truths that is ever to be told.

Along with the magnificent power to create came the malevolent power not only to destroy but also to corrupt, defile each and every thing and idea. Man has the undeniable inclination to deprave, twist and manipulate. Take money for example! Such a big achievement to give value to material, such a great idea to represent it with something universal you can exchange so that you can be fair! So here comes man and fucks it up! Steals, exploits, rigs the market, robs the bank, kills the cashier and then fucks his daughter, films it and sells it on the internet. How 'bout love! The ultimate feeling of affection! Here comes the recipe! Take some love, stir it up with lots of human behaviour and there you have it: Jealousy, obsession, obesity (I don't know why I include that, I guess I like the way it fits with obsession), fixation! Guaranteed success. Sucks-es. Bigtime. Why would lies be the exception?

That's what went through the young cowboy's mind. That and the fact that all this time there was a rattlesnake that was watching him from up close. So he stood up, accepted his fate and faced the music. He totally made out with the cold snake. Nothing passionate, it just had to be done. Din Dan. He punched his horse on the face, got on it and before you knew he was lost in the horizon. He was kinda moody.