"What am I going to do?" cried my tearful elderly relative. "My winter allowance won't cover my gas bill?""But it is rather large, have you had the heating on full blast or something?" I exclaimed."Hardly at all, I've just cooked a few puddings and stuff for some people," she sniffled."But the bill's nearly 43 grand!" I scoffed. "Just how many puddings have you been making Aunt Bessie?"
Facade So many have come to dwell behind a panarchy mask Lost between the delusive dimensions of identity Unable to perceive that which is deemed real They dare not throw aside the caparison that veils the real Lest those that wish to deceive and to mask Would reveal the abstersive truth of their own identity Yet if all would but don the verisimilitude of their identity Then the shadows cast would corrivate into the real And no longer would there lie merit within a mask Are you the mask of your identity or are you real?