Don’t take the heat for your return to the 1900s.
We’re fans of the star of everything you dreamed up.

Create a home for a skeptic. You’ll go back to the bottle,
a trace of berry minerals, the chill throughout the day—

this self-proclaimed skeptic is diving deep into the oil,
a balm of light, a golden new conceit to inspire you.

Consider this my white flag. Turn back, take your
holy grail to daily roses. Meet your goals. Be
a drink of water, the secret oil of the glory planet,
the pure oil of the night before other oils. So long
to skepticism, the seed before an angel creates.

It starts with a smooth, sweet resin
in an elegant, seaweed-driven city.
That’s what gives unicorn-like colors
around the green latte stones like
liquid pearl sea kelp. I see lots of
colors, craft-store gems, a mellow
glitter of lemons and sunshine.

At the end of day one, she rejoins the team.
She’s in a mood to catch the chatter of a bed.
After several hours, smoke. Electric blue boots
down the catwalk. Makeup smudges around
her eyes. He’s on the phone: “Hey. Doing good?”
“Yeah.” She is already planning her next ride
to Popeye’s in drag. It’s a laid-back birthday,
a tabletop vignette of Nordic royalty. A queen.

It’s time to start revealing that philosophy:
Imitation is the sincerest form of vigilante.
Enough water for everyone.
The role of a child.
Why couldn’t she put on a plaid shirt?
You have a new message: Knocking on the door,
I ended up being something under the sun.

What did they do after the fight? What can be
made with a sizzling new burner? We’re shuttling
from the ballroom; this brightest star is false.
The rare moment when the boat flashes a smile,
gives you license to feel like you can spend time
going to her hometown. When you really want
something, her alter egos will know when to be.

It is something we can create, a misunderstanding.
A laundry list of grievances, stuck in the gap. Do you

like fear, bleeding? Nothing happened.
People still don’t care. Take the triumph,

fly

on the eastern coast of history, battling the blazes
together. Shoot at moving targets, almost forgotten.

Face up to sandy pearl sundial details
in the middle of the night: timeless

sinking downturn, only a matter of time.

Why don’t we do things differently?
The mindset is a thing you do.

It wasn’t just her imagination,those two terrors.
A restorative night—hard to have each day fall flat.
One small escape makes a big difference in her skills.
Something will entertain you in these strange times.
Today’s forecast: summery sun on mother of pearl.

For a more intimate getaway, clay-pigeon shooting.
Boot camp until 2033. A softer, more feminine cult.
Beach-friendly beauty inspo, a sharp meditation.
These women in a fish shack unite. A cult of Jesus.