Shopping At The Thrift Store Called Life

association, smeared together like mascara on the wrong body parts - unnecessarily foolish. a spork with the ambitions of being a knife, cutting edge rebellion and a deep shade of wrong mesmerizing like a smoking red lip of a busty women in the cold of the night. beautiful horrors have you dressing the part and cancelling appointments, running away from where your suppose to be at exact times and jumping into moments dark as black holes, you feel comfort surround you in an instant. a weight of fashionable ugly removed from your closet and you feel sad, a little emotion went into that but you can shake it off, step into the world for you are hunger, savour the enjoyment - enjoy being enjoyed - enjoy one another. shopping at the thrift store, that is what life is. you meet people who other people have thrown away, are angry at, who have never even looked at one another, you meet people and you find them charming, you wish to have them in your life. friendship, relationship, companionship - as if your shopping out at sea, what ship do you want. and in this thrift store called life, you find what other people have loved, what other people have not loved, what you will love.. and while you make your way to the check out at this thrift store called life, checking out ships and building ships along the way, you arrive in this amusement park you don't remember gaining entry into and you have the time of your life.