Watch as I fall, my cotton candy hair fluttering in the vanilla breeze. The impact slinging my cherry blood on the wafer walls. The look of sweet horror crossing the gingerbread faces of the glazed people. The peppermint bullet come from my own chocolate pistol. The sugary scars from the licorice road and self-infliction by a lemon candy razor have them all staring. And now this lollipop won't have another sour day again.
February 19, 2010