Russet, Trivial, Dissident

You can only type what's pretty yet trivial for so long on a 1938 Corona Sterling with a black/red ribbon before the words and letters begin to blur together like drunken slurred speech, before the black and th -e red meld into a finger hurt ing russet bloody hue, or so these irises and fingertips tell it—but why should I protest and play the dissident when I see double the dollars I could of sworn I had just a few minutes ago before the sun went down and my astigmatism flared up? So tell me again, what are the next three words? Love, love, love! Yes…love, love, love...