HOT WET Beads of Sweat and Dread trickled down her face, again. Lulu's at the posh shops walking an imaginary tight rope over the pristine tiles under foot, glowing lights in the ceiling to Show Off the waxed fruit and dyed protein products to make them look good enough to eat. Little R-e-d Riding Wood comes to mind. Attractive. But. Sneaky. Lulu wants to snack the SELLERS for nearly killing her with their poisonous wares. I've come back she silently roars, and You're Dead Me

A lazy, slick, Fence Sitter is easy to find. Don't Rock a Boat, especially our own! Social Media is full of blind allegiance to popularity sells and NEVER divulging who we really are. God Forbid anyone would know what we think, or even that we do have conflicting thoughts vying for space in our unknowable heads for all to see, through Body Language. The Clown's in Town. BUT there's a price to pay, fitting in, like a nail file in a tight pair of jeans. It can Suck us Dry. Stif