Social Falsification

In many practices, there are points at which one person has very obviously demonstrated dominance over his oponent/mark/dealer/target. These points, which I have termed D.O.D.s are essential to proper C-Artistry, and can be exceedingly useful in PU as well. By defining your target’s frame, you control her desire. By dominating a dealer, you can keep him from calling your bluffs. By making your mark rely on you, you can fleece him with more finese. These statements mark the basic principle that will be dealt with in the next several posts. These posts, however, will be theory-light, and geared towards practical application of DODs, as well as the bits of theory expressed so far in this blog.

Verbal peacocking is a creation of my own…something based upon personal experience and the weaker version of the Sappir-Whorf hypothesis. In general, the idea is this: What you say, and specifically, the words you use, define who you are, in the eyes of a target. To some, this can mean as little as speaking properly, politely, and acting refined. However, to myself, and the entirety of the Liar’s Underground, this should mean something much, much bigger: By altering your speech habits, you can create a chameleon-esk illusion, melding into any social group you wish — provided, of course, that you know the language.

The process of masking your speech to match that of a subculture is called masking, and is often done in C-artistry. If one wishes to pretend to be a high-flying business executive, one has to practice speaking in circular, non-specific language: An executive only gives direct answers to those he considers peers, and that kind of directness must only exist between the artist and his mark. Similarly, in PU, a person who wishes to be thought of as alpha has to talk like an alpha of whatever group they’re targeting: a grunge alpha talks very differently from a frat boy alpha, but both talk alpha: For example, alphas often act somewhat narcissistic, centering statements around themselves, even when the statement doesn’t really have anything to do with them! Key to this are phrases such as “in my opinion” and “as I see it”. These phrases are narcissistic, and very dominantly claim a person’s attention. Again, this form of verbal adaption is called masking, and is the first principle of Verbal Peacocking.

The second principle is what older people might refer to as “spunk” or “piz-zaz”. It is, in essence, finding words and phrases that stick out in the memory of your target, in the hopes of seperating yourself from the horde of drooling AFCs who are trying to buy her drinks or food. We’ll call it Flare. In my own personal experience (see? Alpha-masking at work), if you’re working with a lower-middle-class crowd, you can usually get away with use of specialized profanity. Words such as “fucknut” and “cumsucking-snot bubble” have worked wonders in breaking the ice with women, and the associated uniqueness can be transfered over to a general sense of uniqueness with some ease. For more educated groups, a few easily memorable quips or sayings (learn them in advance, and ALTER THEM! Ripping off the ideas of others, without your own input, is highly discouraged) will suffice. Again, this principle, which works by creating keywords and phrases that attract attention to yourself, is called Flare.

The third and final principle of Verbal Peacocking is Verbal Fluidity. Stutters and word blocking are horrible for your image. A true alpha speaks clearly (while making eye contact), fluidly, and does not say anything useless. An entire entry on how to improve your Verbal Fluidity will come later, and will go much more in depth on the principle. For now, however, take that it means improving the speed and accuracy of your responses, while nixing stuttering, word-blocking, and logic loopholes. As with the others, let me repeat that this principle is that of Verbal Fluidity, and consists of the speed and accuracy of speech.

Any of these three principles can be used and developed, individually, to create some amount of memorable individuality. Put together, they can sear your name into a target’s memory, and can almost guarentee a close, be it while picking up women, or conning marks.  Later, I shall go into detail on all of these.

For now, I’m your slightly irregular host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another presentation of Social Falsification: Tales from the Liars’ Underground.

In the simplest sense, peacocking is a term brought into the underworld by PUAs, to describe dressing in such a way as to stand out in the field. Now, like the male peacock, PUAs who use peacocking are using it to attract females, with the same wide variety of success and failure that the animals that spawned the term achieve.

For this blog, however, we’re going to slightly redefine peacocking by splitting it into two terms. The first term, visual peacocking, is the traditional peacocking described above. The second, verbal peacocking, is a term concocted in my own head, to describe a form of peacocking thats a bit more subtle: the use of specific words, phrases, and colloquialisms to set yourself apart from the run of the mill AFCs/norms…and even apart from your fellow PUAs/C-Artists, if you get good enough at the art (Sorry, Cheaters…but attracting attention to yourselves is a BAD idea…so y’all are left out, here).

When used properly, both forms of peacocking have the potential to raise you up high above the crowd, and make you desirable to women or a mark. When used improperly, you can face ridicule and humiliation at the hands of your rivals, your friends, and even your targets.The next two entries will be devoted to the basics of each kind of peacocking, and how to work them into your routines and approaches. Below are some links regarding the traditional meaning of peacocking.

For now, I’m your host Lodinkinni, and this has been another post from Social Falsifications: Tales from the Liar’s Underground.

Recommended Websites:
The Urban Dictionary: Peacocking: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=peacocking
FastSeduction.com: Peacocking: http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/fswiki.cgi?Peacocking
Ladderwiki: Peacocking: http://ladderwiki.com/wiki/Peacocking

After whats come close to being a month’s delay, I’ve finally posted my FR from the second week of the Pick Up Game. Sorry for the delays, guys…I’m just that lazy.

Day 1: Wawa and Commerce

The Dress Of The Day: My black leather jacket (kinda raggedy), a black tee shirt under it, my hair all fuzzed and slightly poofy, and blue jeans: A very, VERY stereotypical redneck setup.

HBWawa: brunette, between an 8 and a 9
(Partial transcript may be slightly paraphrased)

Me: So, ever have sex in the trash room?
HBWawa: Excuse me?
Me: Well, its just that the compactor might be really comfortable…that or really uncomfortable.
HBWawa: Can I help you with something?
Me: Sure can! I’m an X-PUA, out as part as an ongoing game. You could give me your number, spend some time with me, and just have a good time at work.
Me (again): Or you could have a shitty time, call over the manager, and get me in trouble.
HBWawa: Whats a ‘PUA?’
Me: A Pick Up Artist.
HBWawa: So…you’re a Pick Up Artist
Me: Nope, I’m an X-PUA. I’ve got a girlfriend. I was a PUA once upon a time.
HBWawa: Umm…okay. So…are you hitting on me?
Me: Yes and No.
HBWawa: What?
Me: Yes and No.
HBWawa: Explain? Please?
Me: Well, I’m playing a game with other Pick Up Artists, and with Recovering AFCs. I want your number, and, for personal reference, a smile and a laugh. Or twelve.
HBWawa: Twelve? Why Twelve?
Me: Its as arbitrary as Two. Its very, very important.
HBWawa: The game’s very important?
Me: NO! Not The Game…like I said, I have a girlfriend. Twelve Is Very, Very Important.
HBWawa: But…isn’t it arbitrary?
Me: Exactly!

(HBWawa gets yelled at and goes about work, shaking her head and looking up at me with half amused smiles randomly. 5 minutes later, while she’s cleaning the cappacino machine, I come back towards her)

HBWawa: Do you need me to turn on the cappacino machine for you?
Me: Nope, I could do it myself if I wanted one.
HBWawa: Customers aren’t allowed to do that…
Me: Yeah, which is good, because I’m lazy…and don’t want a cappacino.
HBWawa: Say what?
Me: I’m really just here so that I can get your number. and so far, I’m only up to around eight smiles and five laughs.
HBWawa: Have you actually been counting?
Me: Nope…those numbers just sounded about right. And Five’s a Pretty number…ugly, but pretty.
HBWawa: What?
Me: Five’s a pretty number. and an ugly one.
HBWawa: How?
(This goes on for a good long while…about a half hour of randomness.)
HBWawa (After about two - three minutes apart) (Shoves a piece of sizzli paper in my pocket) You’re amusing…you win. Give me a call sometime?
Me: Nah, probably not. I generally don’t keep the numbers when I’m done with a game.
HBWawa: What? Then why do you get them?
Me: The chase
HBWawa: Well, will I at least see you around?
Me: Yup. I live a few streets away…and work over at 497. Catcha laters!
(I bow, and exit without waiting for a response.)

HBCommerce: Blonde, maybe a 7 or 8, depending on what you like…far too thin for my tastes (almost anorexic-looking)

HBCommerce: Hi, how can I help you today?
Me: By giving me your phone number, and twelve smiles.
HBCommerce: Why Twelve?
Me: Well, I used the number twelve while getting the number from the wawa sales associate about an hour ago, so…I thought, why not?
HBCommerce: What is this?
Me: A game.
HBCommerce: A game?
Me: A game. (nod)

…And I think you can guess where it went from there, for the most of the central fluf stuff. If not, look at the wawa section. This stuff lasted about three minutes, before I tapped out (There was a massive line growing behind me)

Me: Well, time to go.
HBCommerce: Why?
Me: Angry Mob. (gestures behind me)
HBCommerce: Aww…okay.
Me: So, did I win?
(pause) (writing) (hands number)
HBCommerce: Stop in again sometime?
Me: Nah, I bank with wachovia.

(exit, stage left, without having ever made a transaction)

Day 2: McDonalds And Diner

McDonald’s was a no go. The only female was small, and mexican (I’m slightly racist…but only when the object of my racism can’t provide a green card or an ID….its a Jersey disease). So…I waited till dinner, and tried again at the diner.

HBDiner was a 9…possibly a 10 without my own biases. Picture a redhead, with green eyes, full pouting lips, and maybe a C. She had some tattoo work scrolling up her neck from beneath her apron. 20ish.

So…

HBDiner: Welcome to (diner). Tongihts specials are blah blah blah blah freaking blah. Can I start you off with an appatizer?

Me: Well, lets start out with your phone number and a smile, first. Or your phone number and a slap in the face. Either or.

HBDiner: Did you forget your date?

Me: Yes ma’am…forgot her all the way back in california.

HBDiner (cocks her head to one side) Is that where you’re from?

Me: Nope. Born and raised right here in Jersey, with a wee bit of spice from Canada.

HBDiner: I see. Recent trip?

Me: A few months…but..you know…she’s worth it.

HBDiner: Why is it you want my phone number, then?

Me: Oh, just a bet with some pick up artists.

(Follow normal course…this one was slightly quicker to grasp the nature of the game…especially since she had a full hour. Which brings us to̷

HBDiner: So, the rules of the game….one of them is complete honesty, isn’t it?

Me; Bingo. Complete honesty, and utter contradiction.

HBDiner: And…what’s the target: Sex with me?

Me: Nope, just a phone number. And a personal goal of a few smiles. I think my girl would be kind of upset, if I slept with you and she wasn’t on the other side of the bed.

HBDiner: She’s okay with you cheating?

Me: Hell no! …Just threeways….

(We talked about relationships for a while, and her lack of a boyfriend…then we talked about sex…and she asked how she looked…so I rated her…and got a mock “Not a ten? How dare you” type response.)

In the end, I got her number…but this one had a lot less sexual tension, and unfortunately, the early part of the conversation led to me LJBFing her. So…I got the number, but…I don’t think it really counts, because there was no sexual tension, and no source of hunting…she was easygoing and open, and apparently only in the area on spring break, so had no illusions of lasting knowledge. With the others, there was a much tougher time getting trust, which is my general goal.

Day 3: Wachovia and Police Department

The only girl that rated an HB 6 or higher was a familiar face, who knows me by name already…declined opening, calling it no contest in number getting (plus…I didn’t want to encourage her more than my normal visits do).

POLICE DEPARTMENT AVAILABLE ONLY TO MY BLOG READERS!

Long story short: I opened a 30 year old police woman. Maybe a 5 or a 6. She knew me from my job at wawa. Umm…yeah. She’s a MARRIED policewoman. Who didn’t take very kindly to being opened…or to my honest rating of her…or to my doing it at her place of work. So…this was my big bombing of the week’s game. She was good natured about most of it, after the fact, but during…well, lets just say I was threatened with lock up, if I didn’t stop pursuing the subject.

This is your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another Report from the Fields for Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground.

Alright guys, this week, I had the pleasure and fun of creating the challenge. You can find it here, at http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/fs?action=9&fid=8&read=77425. I’ve started the challenge, and gone to two locales so far. I’ve got another four lined up, and won’t make an FR until I’ve gone and performed in all of my chosen locales. As an appology for not posting yet, though, I’ll give you a preview of the locales you’ll all be seeing:

-A Wawa (other than the one that I currently work at)
-A Diner
-A McDonalds
-A Commerce Bank
-A Wachovia
-SPECIAL (This Locale Will Only Be Posted Here, In Social Falsification) A Police Office.

For now, I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another challenge update from Social Falsification: Tales From The Liar’s Underworld. Tune in next time for ‘Practicing the Poker Face, Part II’ where I’ll discuss the C-Artist Techniques for practicing your poker face. For now, enjoy the flip side of the screen.

Now, there are a million and one ways to practice your poker face, and a million and two poker faces to practice. For the sake of this blog (at least for now), we’ll be dealing with the natural poker face: i.e. continuing your persona regardless of what happens. I’ll give a few different methods here, and notate what set of Liars each one is best suited for. Of course, you can practice any of them, or all of them, if you just want to become better at keeping your emotions to yourself in general, but…some work better for some groups, others for others. During this post, I’ll go over the PUA poker face, the next post will be the C-Artistry poker face, and then, finally, the Cheater’s poker face.

PUA POKER FACE:
The main objective of the PUA’s poker face is to stop AMOGs, bitch tests, or AA from visibly getting a rise out of you. You want to be able to keep your frame intact, and your control of the situation absolute at all times…thus, you can’t really give someone the ‘I’m gonna kill you you fucking bitch, you’re such a god damn whore’ look in the middle of a set, now can you?

The best, and I mean BEST practice, comes in the field, when dealing with women. So, to practice your poker face: Go outside your normal prowl zone….give yourself a good….I dunno…20 to 30 mile distance from your regular grounds. Go to a bar, and begin to sarge. Now, here’s the catch: Instead of trying to pick up women, try to convince them that you’re gay, and looking for company. Place your persona as near as you can to the frame you’re in while sarging, but don’t hit on the girl. While doing it, you want to be as embarassingly open about ‘your gayness’ as you can, without being outright flamboyant. Talk about other mens asses, talk about the way they walk, etc, etc. (If you’re really uncomfortable with being gay…try going to camden, and pretending you’re a neo-nazi, or go to a lesbian bar, and be a chauvinistic pig…you know…just go do something thats the exact opposite of you). Don’t make any closes, don’t even attempt to close. You just want to talk to them about other mens chests.

Pause here. Many of you are probably blinking, shaking your heads, or calling me full of shit by now. But its okay…I am crazy. What you’re doing, by setting yourself up like this, is exploring the polar opposite of your normal situation…while attempting to maintain the same frame of mind, and the same persona that you do while out sarging. If you take ten approaches with this, and by the end of it, don’t end up cracking up at your own actions, then you’ve gone a good way towards getting that poker face going.

Step two is pretty similar, but much harder. For this, leave the bar you’re at, and change locale. For this next place, you’re going to be completely honest…and I don’t mean ‘honest if she asks you’ honest, I mean honest honest. Tell the girls that you approach that you’re
a PUA, and explain to them everything. Now, some PUAs do this already….and if you’re one of them, and good enough to call yourself a PUA and not an RAFC, then you most likely don’t need this part of the practice. For the rest of you, the goal is to get a close (any kind…but K-closes are kinda cheap here, so I encourage #, @, and F-closes. Remember, despite being brutally honest (and not just about yourself…no pick up lines about her hair, her eyes…anything like that, unless they REALLY strike you.), you have to maintain your usual persona and frame. That pretty much should do it for the night’s practice. I recommend doing these things until you can take the most ridiculous and the most stressful situations in stride.

ADVANCED: For those of you that can already do these things, but still want to up your game a bit:

-Try aiming only at girls with boyfriends (with them). Or married women. All other rules remain the same as above, but this’ll up the chances of dealing with AMOGs and aggression directly.

-Try it at a place other than a bar/club/normal watering hole. Go to an office building and try and pick up the secretary, etc, etc.

Regardless of if you do the advanced work, this practice will make your general game better, and will let you keep your poker face/persona through just about anything the real world may throw at you.

For now, I’m your host Lodinkinni, and you’ve been reading another post from ‘Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground’. Tune in next time when I link the challenge I’ll be setting up (on mASF) for these practices, and then, immediately afterwards, for ‘Practicing the Poker Face, Part II’. Good night, and Good Luck.

Recommended Websites:
 http://theplayboyway.blogspot.com/: This is a blog from a fellow PUA. A pretty damn good one. Unlike a lot of those skill-intensive people, he’s still got the love of the game. And thats important as hell. So…check him out, and learn to relax a bit.

So, in the depths of the mASF forums, a challenge was issued, to all PUAs brave enough to pick up the gauntlet: To sarge a woman, and get a #-close, using nothing but song. Now, the original details allowed full use of kino and a short explanation before hand. In taking up this gauntlet, however, I added my own stipulations: I would not make eye contact (to prevent this, I wore reflective wrap-around sunglasses), I would not engage in any kino, beyond a single touch to the shoulder, and, just to make it near impossible, all the songs would be homecrafted (i.e. steal the beat from other songs at times, but keep it marginally original). The actual mASF post can be found here

Now, before I go on to give my FR, let me just stop for a minute to give NashvillePlayboy some major kudos. Sometimes, the game can start to lose its glamor, and you forget what its really about: fun. Posts and challenges like this one are what get the blood flowing…and are even safe for people like me, who are out of the game itself, but just looking to get back that old confidence boost. NashvillePlayboy, be proud: You’ve been mentioned in an obscure blog with maybe 10 readers.
Anyway, on to the FR:
Being far too busy to go out sarging for any considerable length of time, I picked up AFCWingJM, and began to walk around campus looking for a good approach. I was doing some minor peacocking in my black felt cowboy hat and safety-style reflective sunglasses (worn more to adhere to my own stipulations for the game…i.e. no eye contact), but was mostly just my normal, all black, semi-serious self. We attempted to videotape a few of the approaches, but it didn’t work out well. Apparently, people get very, VERY defensive when a videocamera is openly involved, and will demand that you delete footage, or just walk away from you. Following are the highlights:

Approach 1: HB7Snob was sitting up across from the Dean’s Office, listening to her Ipod and working on papers. I came in with a variant on ‘If you’re happy and you know it’, in which I went through quite a few verses before attempting the close. AFCWingJM helped me by clapping where appropriate for himself. Annotated are which ones the target clapped for:

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. (no clap.)
If you’re annoyed and you know it clap your hands (1 clap)
If you’ve got a rat up your ass clap your hands (giggling, laughing, no clap)
If you’re amused and you know it, clap your hands (clapping)
If you wanna be distracted clap your hands (clapping)
If you think I’m kinda cute, clap your hands (clapping)
If you wanna sit with me, clap your hands (clapping, moves to sit)
If you wanna be my friend, give a number to my phone and clap your hands (gives phone, number put in)
(lines continue for a while, distracting her and amusing me)
So, you’d think this meant I got it right on the first try, right?  Wrong. Unfortunately, here in the tristate, we have a number that I’ve used myself on quite a few people. Its called the rejection hot line, and can be reached at: 201-808-6011. Basically, I think I moved in too fast after building attraction, here. I did manage to make this approach work, but it wasn’t until after some deep thought.

Approach 4: (Post-Departure of AFCWingJM)  HB9Goth was in the Arts and Science building, attempting to work on an art project. By this point, I was getting kind of distressed by the lack of closes. I’d built a lot of attraction to the women, and had gotten them all to engage (except one person, who slapped me and left when I started with my home-crafted ‘Orgy’ song, but…yeah), but no actual number closes. So…I ditched my restriction on the home-made song part, and opened her with ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’ …pretty much a straight out Top Gun mimic. I got a look like I was mad, but, she moved over, and I gained entrance to the couch. From there, I noticed that she was working on a celtic-knot-type design, so I switched gears and went semi-original, working with irish folk music. She tried to steal my cowboy hat after a while, and so, in song, I informed her that the person with the hat had to sing. In the end, I got a number without asking for it.

Approach 5:  Still singing with HB9Goth, I noticed that other people in the lounge were looking at us like we were nuts. Since I still had time to kill until AFCWingJM got back from his class, I decided to try to turn a single #-close into a multiple #-close. Placing the cowboy hat on her head, I waited until she got back into the swing of singing again…And then began to lead her about the room, picking out women (mostly through pointing, and letting her decide if they got dragged up). In the end, we had about twelve people giggling and sharing my cowboy hat like a 10 cent whore. AFCWingJM returned during this, and at the end, we all traded numbers and departed for class. I ended up with 5 numbers out of the group. AFCWingJM got 2.

Approach 8: If you’re happy and you know it finally worked. I was solo for this run, and used part of the singing switch I developed in Approach 4 to make HB7Lioness (picture long, curling blond hair, framing a thin face) continue the song. In the end, I didn’t get a #-close, but I did get an AIM close (without asking for either), so I still count it as a success.

Finally, approach 10: This was my last approach of Weds. It…really, really didn’t go well. Apparently, some of the girls had been going around talking about the singing man who was collecting numbers, and it had reached the ears of HB8Nosenseofhumor. Her reaction was to slap me in the face, and walk off, on the opening bars of a home made irish tune. HB9Goth was there to watch it, and was giggling. She said the girl tended to be a bitch, and, since it wasn’t part of the game anymore, I agreed in normal speech.

That kinda ended my day of partial PU. I noticed it was a lot harder to get back into the swing of things after each class, and, as noted…Video Cameras make people edgy as hell when they think they’re being flirted with. That or I just really, really had bad luck with who I picked. But…all in all, I’d say the day was a decent success, if not a booming one. Do you know how hard it is to keep your sunglasses on, when everyone’s looking to take them off?

Thanks, Nashvilleplayboy, for coming up with round one of this game. And trust me, there’ll be other rounds.

This ends my little off-topic tangent. Join us next time as we discuss ‘Practicing The Poker Face’. For now, as always, I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another instillation of ‘Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground’.

There is nothing so universally necessicary as the poker face. No matter what form of lying you practice, or what type of social manipulation you’re working (they’re both the same thing, really. Pick whichever one your conscience prefers), the poker face is always, always, ALWAYS needed.

Now, there are some misconceptions about the poker face, to be sure. In the minds of some, its a cold, clear tactic, devoid of any and all expression. To others, its any directly misleading face, that stops the true nature of a person’s intent from being visible. Everyone agrees, however, that a poker face, however you define it, is key to keeping your mark/target/HB11 from realizing exactly what you’re up to.

Pick Up Artists: Your poker face is the face of your persona. When you walk out there, exuding confidence, a poker player’s poker face isn’t going to help you much. But making your visible emotions and reactions match that personality you’ve worked so hard to obtain: priceless.

C-Artists: Your poker face may be emotionally charged, and really varies depending on what you’re selling. If your clients see you as being anything other than what they want to see you as, you’re toast.

Cheaters: Yours is the original, the basic poker face. No emotion: Stone Cold. You don’t want anyone to know what you’re up to, or know that you have any part in the roulette wheel stopping at 7 red every round. You just jumped on it and got lucky. That hand of 7 aces? Yeah. Gotta keep your hand up, your eyes narrow, and your voice silent.

I’m your host Lodinkinni, and this has been another presentation of ‘Social Falsification: Tales From The Liar’s Underground.’ Our next few posts will be something of a departure from the norm, but once they’ve been completed, we’ll resume with ‘Practicing the Poker Face.’

Pick Up Artists. You may have seen their ilk in movies like The Hitch, Swingers, or Cruel Intentions. The truth of the matter is that such people, those who train themselves to seduce and tame women, do, indeed, exist beyond the silver screen. They’ve popped up repeatedly throughout history in guises like the Marqius de Sade, who managed to seduce many women (and men) into indulging in his ‘depraved’ expressions of art and ecstasy, or like Don Juan, who’s romantic exploits were legendary, and perhaps even real, despite the fictional nature of the character. But…what about the PUAs of today? How do they compare to their mythical and historical counterparts?

Being a PUA myself, my opinion here is both weighted and biased. PUAs, as you’ll learn in the course of this blog, come from many walks of life, and gather, with a single goal in mind: Self-Improvement. Some of these men started as geeks, far more pathetic than you’d even guess at, seeing their current states. Others started out pretty much the same as they are now…just with a lot less confidence. As for myself, well…lets just say that I started as a bookworm, and leave it as that.

But, regardless the reason, thousands, if not millions, have flocked to the idea that, through study, one can mold themselves into a person that they could never have been on their own. They have all become what most men wished they were: Self-Made Men.

Now, all of this has the ring of legitimacy to it, so quite a few may question the PUA’s place in the Liar’s Underground, but I assure you, not only do they hold a place there, but they hold one of the highest: Though liars, scoundrels, and thieves may abound, it takes a lot of work to hold up a liar’s practice as honorable, especially when that practice lies in reinventing the self, completely, and passing it off as the original. As we progress further down the road of ruin that this blog will unerringly follow, we’ll examine this in much more detail.

I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another post of ‘Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground.’ I’ll be seeing you next time when we discuss ‘C-Artistry: A Brief Overview Of The Art’.

Reccomended Websites:
mAsf: www.fastseduction.com
Charisma Arts: http://www.charismaarts.com/

Reccomended Reading:
The Game, By Neil Strauss