it is a mess, still

lies are spider webs with a difference. the spider is never caught in its web, but the liar is caught in its lies. lies about the bollywoodish history of family rivalry, lies about having rice for lunch, lies about breaking a leg and then ... a obsessive compulsive need to lie about anything which will be a little messy without that lie. the mess never clears up you see. the living thing is in that hand-made mess of lies. seems that thing within keeps creating these bubbles to let know of its existence. the great  madness at the dawn of the new millennium. 

voice-over: you got to be kidding! that millennium madness got you there in the mirror for christ's sake!