I don’t know if he knew that that was IT.
The word I have been searching for forever. Not “hypocrisy”. Not “Liar”.

That is always what it has been all about. The mockery of gentility, innocence, civility, care, regard.
Thank you. That may be the most important word of my life, and the only word I have ever considered
having tattooed on my flesh. “Travesty” was close… “Mockery” is more correct.
Mockery creates Travesty.

A good friend has named the knives which I use to cut and shape my world, and make it bleed.

Mockery.

Thank you, Ken. I owe you one.

Hope it’s one you want, when the time comes.