wet

PAIGE

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All of my phone notes 

in a row. 

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Marching for an instagram post kills solidarity. You preach whats 'right' by the masses then go home and live hypocritically. In the face of conflict you cower in fear as your shallow convictions wilt. Shuffle back and forth to nowhere with your eyes closed because it's less painful that way. I hear your complaints but when I look you're still. What matters most is either everything or nothing. Is what matters most everything or nothing? The artist has become the art. The name has become the thing. Art swallowed by people and things swallowed by names. What is contemporary culture but blown up busy bees buzzing about in regressing tainted goals made impure by false opinions? When you define me you negate me. Post impassioned words as a coward dressed nobly. Bravery went down with chivalry and all that's left is frightened mice huddled together for comfortable warmth. I see your mouth twitch, I hear noises exit, but you say nothing. I couldn't care less about fashion. Your entertainment is a murderer; you praise him looking up while the blood on his hands is still warm. When did the gap between seeming and being become such an abyss? Where will I end up when I go out of style? The happiness I bought isn't strong enough; doctor, will you get me some more? "Treating life as if it were nothing but cracking nuts."

2019_my apologies to great questions

for small answers. 

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brown paper bag, dripping

pools of powdered paint

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