RED 40 H@#$%^?!

Y'see, the little people on my phone MAY say that red 40 is bad for me, but if it really is why does it taste so good. I love it, and it loves me by wrecking my pancreas or whatever. Yes, that relationship may be toxic, but, like, it's better than a toxic relationship with a MAN. [Insert live studio audience booing here.] Red 40 will never gaslight me or lie to me. Red 40 is the Hades to my Persephone. Red 40 is Alteo and I, Amaryllis, forever bound to pursue its light. Even when I'm in the ground, I'll burst up from the soil to catch a glimpse of it. It's called Allura AC for a reason. But why must my undying passion be thrust upon the smallest of things? Has my heart been tattered that much that instead of other people- outside of my mom- that this love of mine is thrust upon a substance such as red 40 brought to fruition through mankind's unrelenting desire to continually encroach upon the boundaries of the natural order? We, as mankind, continue to claw out the bricks of the fallen tower of Babylon from the dirt and clay, never learning from when it was first struck down, constantly in pursuit of the powers we cannot ever hope to hold. Red 40 is an abomination, a sickeningly mutated and twisted substance to create an unearthly hue of bright, scorching red (for we are never satisfied with the fruits presented before us) born from this unrelenting spite that will forever fester in our hearts. Perhaps I've grown too comfortable in this pursuit; for, like an ancient engraving worn not into my flesh but my soul. Eden fell from the burning of this brand. Hahaha anyways, what was I saying? I had a point with this and now I forget it. Ughhhhhhhhhh I need a Shirley Temple. Until next time divas! thx for visiting artsy's world :]