I think my muse finally showed up, probably drunk and late, carrying a suitcase full of lies. Funny how fear makes us lie prettier and call it love. Then we swear it’s “authentic” while hiding the receipts. I unpacked this twisted tango in my latest post—read it and rip it apart. If you don’t, the lies win. #SpicyTruth #LoveVsFear #BlogConfessions

We protest everything but forget the tunnel right here at home. The skunks still cross the tracks while we argue. Open the tunnel, bring jobs, and let’s quit chasing our tails.