White emulsion

You are the pilot of your life.
You may glide. You may buffet. You may rock.
You may roll. With the tide or a change of season.
Steer yourself through choppy waters or surrender the reins to a trusted aide to ride you to infinity and/or beyond.
Tilt your spaceship to the stars as you walk a road of broken shards touched with the captured spirits of a thousand Victorian mirrors.
And as you face life's crises as you, your agent, your PA, your husband of 60 years find pastures that don't involve you, you search your soul, paper over the cracks and soothe your bruised heart.
You're stuffed.
You've gambled your stability on red and it's come up black.
You've chopped down the trees that protected you and there's none to hide behind

So the point is this.....

Is it a crime?
Is it really such a terrible crime to mix your metaphors so flagrantly?
In fact is there any duller metaphor than a metaphor unmixed?

Why add colour to language if you only use a single pot of paint?
White emulsion.

You have my permission.
Mix your metaphors.
Or what's a metaphor for?