We are universes unborn- you and I - dimensions yet to be formed - hidden here in plain sight. Time and Space have no more consequence Than the opinions of those who believe they set the boundaries, and make the rules. If you listen you can almost hear angels laughing.
If I had a little pocket universe
Where we could live a whole day
In just a moment of ordinary time -
We could sneak away whenever we wanted to
and never be missed.
Walking along the beach;
Like who we really are-
Not the people we are expected to be.
And the best part is this:
The world would never even know
That we were gone -
Just that we were always very, very happy.
I am so pleased that we could get together today, Venus. We share so many interests. I know there has been a little bad blood between us in the past. But that’s why they call it the past. Because it has passed.
We have the most divine jobs on Olympus, don’t you agree? Let others wage war or keep track of the dead. What could be more fabulous than bringing two people together? It is so heart warming. Well, usually only two people. Oops. That is all I am saying about that! My lips are sealed. Mmm.mmmm. It is important that we keep our mouths shut sometimes. Considering our line of work. Don’t you think? You know, my job isn’t as easy as some people like to say. Oh goodness no. I mean, I don’t just choose people at random. Well, not usually anyway. Maybe sometimes, when I’m feeling a wee bit naughty.
I mean why not? It’s all fun. You know. I shoot a little arrow here and I shoot a little arrow there. And poof, magic happens. Zip. Zip. Zip. Zip.
Venus sweetie, Would you pour me another margarita, por fa vour? Thanks. Can I tell you a little secret? Oh look at you. You hear the word secret and you get that cat watching a mouse look. OK. Now, I love a good romance. Everybody knows that. Roses, candy, holding hands and yadda yadda. But what I really love? I love chaos. Pretty little, sweet little chaos. Oh, I can cause so much wonderful chaos with my little bow and arrows. You see these red ones: lust. Pure, thought stopping, blood pumping lust. Ha. You should see some of the trouble I’ve stirred up with those. Unbridled passion is a glorious thing, but, oh, afterwords! The repercussions can be- well, quite embarrassing and destructive, don’t you think?
Oh, really. Please, don’t look so shocked. Not you, of all the gods. I mean, who anointed you “Little Miss Innocent”? To tell you the truth, Honey, I’m feeling very judged at this moment, and it is not a feeling I much care for. Really, Venus. How can a oversexed slut like you - oh yes, Honey, you really are. Girl, you are legendary. Everyone knows, and somebody has to just come out and say it. And it hasn’t all been my doing. Oh no, not by a long shot. But you are such an easy target, if you catch my drift. So listen up sweetie, the next time you feel like trash talking me with some of the other gods -Well, I’d look around and ask myself - now who or what, would be the worst and most embarrassing - well, you get the point. Oh goodness. We are almost out of Margaritas. Get us another will you? They have the most divine margaritas here. Don’t you think?
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