Razor resentment in Ultraviolet ink.

Did anyone know about this?

Would have appreciated the notice. Next time? A mere sixty minutes allocated to our planet. Cannot see that saving us. Who was smoking what when they created this lie? The AI decided to throw us a bone, cause ☝️ is laughable. Inner cringe.

BEYOND WORDS (with an edge).

This pop-art mess was gifted to me with love. The art student: Andrew Cole. Who loves playing in paint as much as I do. Once he loved me more. Pity lovers lost but never forgotten.

To quote Kahlil Gibran [1883-1931]

"Do not love half lovers.

Do not entertain half friends.

Do not indulge the words

of the half talented."

> available from RedFrostMotivation on YouTube. Do not fear, I have decided to let the AI tell me to take a break. Funny thing is, I take too many of those. Once a rebel, as they say. 💥

The issue up for debate: Is Reward without Risk worth it? Depends on both nouns. What are we expecting? Do not see this as an "airy fairy" question. This is straight from the business forum themselves. Interesting reading if you think it might lead to a change of inbred neural pathways. Just my humble opinion. Keep faking it till you believe it.

A place for us.

Carving a home for us online. A place where we can be free. Somewhere the only judgement you meet is your own guilt. We rest here.

Here where we belong. Sleep will come easy, as in this home we'll be each other's angels. We can forget the heartache. I'll have your back, as you keep catching me.

Dressed in red, the only dress that fits. Body armour left on the doorstep.

We can live in poetry. No need to be more than our true selves. Playing and singing. Attempting to foil the inevitable train wreck. Here, where our stars are entwined. Our souls aligned. We converse in trick or treat words. We laugh. We love. Take turns playing the fool. The trickster and Delilah, together for a while.

Candy necklaces and flowers in our hair. Our playground. Catching the rain. We can lose the masks, in this dream. We can paint each other in rainbow colours.

Mavericks in our garden. A flock of black sheep. "WE" might be a bad idea in the other realm. Here we reign. Knowing well we cannot remain. Yet this where we belong. We can choose the season's and raise lost and stolen dreams, far from the sorrow. Build their dreams with magic. Leave mortality behind.

And if I stand here alone, there is still no need to run. The voices in my head whisper sweet nothings. Come Halloween I will awake with your teeth marks. I can simply wish them away. Not that I would.

Treasure the scars. Feel the ghost of you.

Missing what was never mine. I guess I'm losing this game. Perhaps, looking through the mirror, I have won them all.

Stranger things have happened.

Still, I did steal the prom queen's crown. Left it on the footsteps you left behind. Not a shrine. Just a celebration of another time.

Let us get lost. Now. Here. Where nothing is bruised. Nothing broken. Stolen memories found in the glove compartment. With whiskey and honey. A sticky mess rushing over us.

We can simply scrub out all the dirt in the world.

Now all I need is right where it belongs. Exactly where I left it once. This innocence cannot be fooled, refuses to be soiled. Blowing soap bubbles across the oceans. Knowing you'll feel their touch.

Resigner's got you on her mind. Go figure.

From celibacy to pornography? 🤍

Resigner

#justmoveforward

Go now, I'm sharpening my claws.

Never waste another moment with regret. It does not matter in the end. Go be provocative.

This too shall pass.