Rare vs Well Done An idea, a word, a photo, an experience They are stored within personal reach They form meaning and memories When something has never been said or seen or experienced It's new and fresh and resonates no nostalgia or memory or meaning But nowadays when we see a new word or see a new sight or experience a new feeling It's already been seen, felt, read before and that in itself makes it become #lifeless And that thing you hold so sacred so rare feels like a betrayal to share, like it would spoil its existence. Like you are saving it from turning into dust. So it's not just another repetitive episode in the film called #life

"kool" I can drop 600 on an outfit someone else put together For sure, no doubt I can faux fit in For sure no doubt, Right online friends, right music,right club For sure no doubt I can buy respect For sure no doubt They were a good band No Doubt, for sure Unfortunately they dissolved And so will the camouflage.. Eventually

Drowning In Truth Everyone is sitting around a hot tub Their feet in the middle ass on the tiles The hot tub is filled with quick sand You jump in and the quick sand swallows you whole Everyone watches..baffled Wondering why on earth you wouldn't just sit on the edge with the rest of them That way you wouldn't sink.... Little did they know they were the ones weighing you down, and that's a hard thing to face.. the truth

Fue De La Faux By Lani Dafter 2013 Our conversations move back and forward like the tide deep, shallow, deep, shallow..... constant I was drowning, my friends were my floatation rock bottom became my solid foundation for everything this far, He was my closest soul, he was good to vent to and at times offer me unwelcomed advice. Our friendship worked that way. So what's next for me I asked, everything has changed I think you will move to the city he said, absorbing adult hipster cred at every turn. Being invited to martini rooftop party's, rubbing shoulders with the likes of pauly shore and you'd develop an accent. You can wink the truth to me from a distance and I'd accept it, coz its just how it is in the art world. Little did I know how temporary he would be Another friend lost, Suffocated by ego Eaten up by nothing

The rarity of it all By Lani Dafter 2013 The clock will continue to tick, long after you are gone. The clock that controls your day and offers you a pay check in return. The pay check that supplies the material you hide your skin under so there is no possibility of ever being reminded you are human As the stagehands hold your ropes the machine will swallow you whole. The clock will keep on ticking, the fabric will survive, the stage will be lit ready for the next production. Your #life will dissolve and you will only be left with the bitter aftertaste. Regretful that you missed the satisfaction of simplicity, or that you didn’t take the time to understand the immeasurable unit of human connection. That you rsvp’d to an invitation that ended years ago. But that’s what happens when you’re part of the common constellation, socially nourished by your 500 friends on facebook who are also living their lives through scenes of a dress rehearsal.