Faker

Fake it till you make it.  But there comes a point at which you have moved passed the point of making it, the skill set and understanding needed to make it are just not in your gift, and then the plan is to fake it until you are run out of town, run out of the rodeo. Faker!

Empty, today clanged along like a ox wagon in a spaghetti western in which whistling violins accompany an hour of slow movement over endless wastelands until when the most dogged member of the audience finally left the cinema, at that point a shot pings, a bullet shrieks and the driver dies.

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