I lied: "A seduction of innocent minds"

True poetry is in everyday language, it is present in every tongue, but more difficult to extract, weighed and even listen to as we belch it out, whereas, lies are of a different sort. Lies are tales in themselves, and its motive will always be without gaining attention whilst the objective for such an act varies from gaining control to pride or saving face when diplomatically required. After all lying is an act that makes all humans taller than we are in true life. "It's clear that Abbey Laurel-Smith will never run out of subject matter, with the way he makes associations and gives equal priority to his mind and his feelings." William Zimmer, contributing critic to the New York Times