2025.04.29

Hello Sun,

Hello Moon,

Hello Sky,

Hello Earth.

Bye, bye Unhappy Prince, thanks for disappearing – it helped my healing.

Bye, bye Orange Fighty Fighter, my honest thanks for dental and pharma.

And bye, bye you Pug-Headed fascist bleating dipshit, go roll in it south!

Hey, how ya doin’ Red Blazing Satan,

You really melted a cold winter, eh?

Shall we waltz our way up to heaven,

I’ve got some fancy steppy shoes on,

And blue gods need a brain wrangle!

2025.04.27

And so I prayed:

“Oh please, high God, or perhaps even gilded Satan,

Don’t let that chance flower change its colour again,

I’m not sure I’d live through another red-blue swing.

Amen.”

And was the response:

Sadly, so far, God seems indifferent stretched across the sky,

And, well, Satan has enjoyed dancing shifty in earth’s flames.

But, at least a fiery red devil confidently waltzes me toward deepest hell,

Where a blue god callously watches everyone dancing down a fire well.

Plus, a red devil doesn't dance one way, oh sure, it'll take you to the pits,

But it's sly enough to let you twirl its steps all the way up to high heaven,

And if you reach those pearly gates, get that blue god to react holy war.

Personally, I just like the feeling of dancing up and down,

But the two of them seem to really enjoy sparking drama.

2025.04.25

Year of the snake indeed!

But how many will emerge slithering from that tree’s dark hollow?

And can we block its rotting entrance to keep them contained,

Or must we lop off each hissing head hoping it doesn't hydra?

That's why I keep stabbing at those itty-bitty hearts,

Not just thrash mad at them dumb duplicitous heads.