Some people call it wisdom.
Some people call it “smooth”.
I say fuck it, mix every horrible truth you have with poetry and prepare for the universe to be blown away.
… (Poetry by the way, for the ignorant, isn’t flattery. It’s the underlying truth in anything beautiful and the hidden artful gleam in anything evil.)
Truth and poetry are one and the same Goddess. And she isn’t who you should worship if you’re of the faint of heart.
In one clean sentence?
She is a double-edged sword.
