There’s politics in the air…

Violet is the last refuge of the incontinent.
Apologies to Dr Asimov.

When you can surround yourself, it might be time to cut down on the snacks.

So many words.

So little meaning

A girl woke up one morning, and she was a purplish pinky colour.

Apparently, she had been violetted.

The lastest Lavender Hill Mob plot.

Through the lavender the storm riots across the savanna

A child of the night sounds iffy.

Sometimes I make the wind riot, especially after Mexican food.

I don’t think this is what Prince had in mind when writing “Purple Rain”.

Do not go gentle into that good passion fruit.
Riot, riot, against the surrounding of the self.

… or, maybe: Ease, ease, against the purpling of the freedom.

— Definitely not from Dylan Thomas’s increasingly frustrated first drafts

Eschew violent Passionfruit.

Just vote “Yes”. We will fill in the details later.

As Joh Bjelke Peterson used do say. “Don’t you worry about that.”