He is cute and he lies to cops

I kept covering the painting during the process until the sentence almost disappeared. Somewhere along the way it also started turning into a room. Or maybe just the feeling of being inside one. I think most social systems already run on unspoken agreements anyway: what we choose to notice, who gets protected, who gets sacrificed for the illusion of order. Anyways. He’s cute and he lies to cops 😘 or because? Idk