This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

It was a fine morning and as usual, Mango and Brash had a mission! But...not a normal one...What could have possibly make this unsettling for the A-Team?

(yes, yes, laugh all you want about the cover🫩 I'm not a digital artist.) Mango and Brash go undercover as amusement park workers! (Ride operators).The place starts to slowly feel a bit.. unsettling. Everything was...so utterly joyful of some sort and disgustingly happy and most things were just smiling and grinning at them ever so weirdly. Gosh, it was horribly off...

After Many, And Many, And Many Missions, Mango And Brash, Finally Reached The Edge Of Their Own Personal Exaustion.