The stink of bullshit. Holy, holy. And bullshit walks with its head held high. It has to, because the bullshit walk is one of illusions and mirages.
I'm not one bit holier than the next lady, and I've had the stink of bullshit follow me, just like everyone. Sometimes we need to hear it and believe it, (the BS), because it feels easier, even though it never is.
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