You will not have said the right things. The words that are apt, that which is correct, may be stopped on a dime.

You will have said all the wrong things. You will have eaten a viper. You will have snakes in your smile; others will see them. Everything will be wrong. It will all be wrong.

You will have said nothing. You will have carried out your conversation in smiles and nods. You will be feted, celebrated, loved. Your detractors and all assorted bystanders will die at your feet. Have you seen the way a burning paper curls under, away from you? That is what will happen, but you will be untouched.

You will have spoken, but no one will have heard. You will not see your death coming.

You will have spoken too soon. You will choke on the expansive silence that follows, trip over the stares pouring out of dumb eyes, and fall into a mouth that is wide open, about to speak, devouring.

You will act, and the words you speak will not be your own. This is the safest course for you. Your lines will be painted on the sides of tall buildings, the lyrics from commercials and magazine adverts and funny gifs.

You will speak hard truths, but they are wondering if you have forgotten how to smile.

You will smile, and you will forget that you ever knew how to tell the truth.

You will read from this script. You will read the serpents that we have prepared for you. You will not smile until you are selected. When you are returned, you will turn your smile back in, less deposit for wear. These things cost money. These things cost time.

You can use that in your speech, for free.

You are anticipated.

Go on.

<<agé chose>>

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