My Lies Are Bigger Than Yours

My lie is bigger than yours. So it is Sunday early afternoon light rain and I`m not a weather forecaster, and no one pays me for this observation, perhaps the seagulls do they are flying low today. The journalist who bravely fought 15 men, was put him in a rocket that exploded when high enough, I found a finger that looked Arabic, but the dog snatched out of my hands before I could examine it more closely. The world is so full of lies we grasp at nails to accept the lie that is implausible yet has a ring of bafflement enough so it can be business as usual.