UPDOG

frilly socks

crack against her spine. her lips turn up at the sides. shes enjoying herself
you cant bruise where blood wont flow; you wont find your way back home
your just a silly runaway.

dressed for dinner but ready for battle
she bagged up her burdens but the load was to much to handle
i wont be home for lunch today

swollowed the sun

Our feelings exist because we entertain them, our memories exist because we visit them. everyday.
our feelings enrage us because we provoke them, our memories torture us because we shun them.
our feelings enable us because we stroke them, and our egos, our memories fulfill us because we've documented them, mentally relived them, imagined them. everyday, every-god-awful-day.

and everything we do from now on; is a direct result of such
trim it, crop it and glue it in your scrapbook.
leave out the parts that don't fit
re sculpt your identity and blend the edges like they were never there at all

un-hindered and stationary

"Do you always think this much, Charlie?"
"Is that bad?"
"Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"Is that bad?"
"Yes."

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Bob started passing around food. "Would you like a brownie?" "Yes. Thank you." -- I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.

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"He's a wallflower."

... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

all that is made of emptyness

the time of there life? or the end of it? looks like fear, sounds like delight, smells like updog.