live from my neighbors window

no mom don't buy me white socks
they can only ever look red, feel blue, or fold yellow.

in other words nobody likes the term "all or nothing" and "grey area" is infinite so it's unusual to try to make amends with that. 

i don't know exactly why things need to be everything or nothing, it's a waste of all the other emotions, like pressured, indifferent, weary, but simply put can't that just be filed with the bad. And everything that is not can be filed with the good. 

The time period when thesauruses were not yet invented must have been strange, how did that kid with black adidas kiss up to the English teacher, with flowery words unaccustomed to such atrocious one paragraph book reports. 

And in a time where kids actually still read, book reports were like best friends, you had that one that always got A's (the book you enjoyed, and genuinely felt GOOD) and then there was the book report disguised in about 10 paragraphs with no cool fonts, that had to be stapled at the right corner and placed on the edge of a coffee stained desk with all those red pens waking up and getting ready to use up all their energy on yours, since after-all your last name did come first. 

my grandma always welcomed me with comments about my rough looking hands, she didn't know i held my head up with them. awkward, but sturdy, they got used to the pattern, and walking down the street, my neck suffered and fell into my knuckles and fingers, lowered past eye level breathing in comfort. 

that house smells like cranberry sauce and bees hum very well.

can you teach me the turkey call?

waffles for cones,
casey

p.s. i'm not getting paid but read this now!