Imposter: The mask fits the clown when it can’t turn itself around. Your hiding place is transparent and your words are stolen from a decent person that was so truly deserving. Shame, shame, to play such a game when the world is full of so much pain. You sell your lies with alibies; you make up stories and advertise. Smoke and mirrors and change some words. Before you know it was “truly” yours. “Thou shall not steal”, but you did it again, you called it yours when it was clearly a friends. Bitter sweet is revenge when the tables turn. Now You’re found out and seldom heard. The bullshit you present can never be sold. Imposter. Donato DiCamillo, Photography By Donato Please support the art of creativity and imagination, This world was built on dreams .Encourage your children ..
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 13:46:14 +0000
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