When multiple people continuously lie to each other forming s state of such confusion that you forget where you are, what you drank, and who is in the bed next to you. This "web of lies" will not be sorted out until a kid with Pokemon cards tells you the realtruth, which burns like Moonshine going down your throat.
"Dude, what is up with this tangled web of lies?"
"I don't know... where's that chubby kid with the Squirtle Pokemon card?"
Hym "You have me trapped in a web of lies that is decorated with my own words and you are draining my lifeforce away from me."
A fucking retard "It's YOUR words that are the lies!"
Hym "No. There are things you want to hear and that is what you consider 'true' and their are things you DON'T want to hear and those are 'lies' and now you are lying by ommission and ignoring the meaning of the words that I am saying in the hopes that I will go away or die. The reason Jordan took it so hard and you didn't is because he spend his entirely life studying MEANING and he can't ignore it the way can because 'ignore' might not even be the right word. Some of you are ignoring it and some of you don't understand it but both of you have exactly 1 thing in common... You're fucking retarded. So the 2 of you have aligned against me because I'm not retarded."
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.