“Whatever you do, you can’t do that”

“What?” she asked, tossing her hair, retro-like; a nouveau-goth Farrah Fawcett. All tattoos, piercings, and “come hither” looks.

Despite the high-tone façade, she was a low-born beauty. The sort that inflamed secret admirers’ turmoil.

To honor her, to receive her blessings, they would nod and wink at her foibles. Not me. I was the yin to their yang.

She was the heart breaker; I the weltanschauung mender. Putting order into the mess that was her. Like the fluffy hair, ripped legwarmers, pseudo-glam-1970s poster-girl look.

“That” I replied, pulling the wig off her balding pate.

a truly awful free write mmlm mélange, written down to get rid of the museworm.

mlmm first line friday:  whatever you do, you can’t do that; mlmm Saturday mix opposing forces: mend, break; order, mess; mlmm wordle 263: toss[ing]; high; tone; beauty; secret; admirer; turmoil; honor; blessing[s]; nod; yin [to their] yang; weltanschauung (a comprehensive conception or image of the universe and of humanity’s relation to it).