nuttiness from 1999
Falling from the Ale Sherbet Sky the marketing team embarks lustfully, whispering candy-laced epiphanies into one another's curlicued earlobes. The bathrooms are coed and the stall doors removed in an attempt at bonding thru embarrassment. Once I ate a pickle and couldn't get the taste off my tongue for a month, Albert says during our weekly "free-form" confessional meeting. Alice has a "thing" for Albert, even though she is happily married to Clemente, the CEO and sometimes-head Chef at the famous Tavern on the Mauve. Tomorrow it'll all seem less overwhelming, one of them thinks to herself. It is a woman we deduce as that thought is followed by the following: Does he find my breasts shapely and sexy? It's a shame we must all behave as adults.
Never in my wildest theme park have your dreams touched upon such an emotional truth, resonating across the tippy-toed landscape, sucking up the disinfranchised and even a few franchised along their blurry path. It's almost orgasmic, the blinding light you emanate when you do that. Can you do it again? We all share your soul and step into your pants and walk in your boots and stink of your sacred stench and believe your arcane beliefs. And though we may all judge you incompetent (and often incontinent), in the same turn it also says that we find ourselves unable to achieve much of anything at all as we share the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, the yesterdays with the tomorrows, the unbelievable with the believable, the sensical with the non-sensical. So do not fret, do not change the you you hide poorly beneath that shallow facade, because we really, really think you have a hot body.
