So, there’s this pop star.
And she’s doing a tour.
Normally, such an event wouldn’t have enough of a resonating effect for me to regurgitate bits of it here. But I couldn’t help but recognize how much the themes of her onstage exercise routine that people took pictures of when they paid money and came and witnessed it unfold, reminded me of a favorite film, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus. And I guess that association sorta made me warm up to the whole fuzzy infused spectacular I was seeing in the form of photo stills because, well, I’m easily influenced and seduced. And I have no mind of my own.
Like, for instance (speaking of fuzzies), I rather enjoyed the giant tongue entrance – very like the Parnassus “Join The Fuzz” scene:
Fellatial: flutes versus foam fingers…
And, naturally, the timeless tradition of lil people exploitation…
You’ve reached the end of this thing I made.
Thanks for permitting my brief permeation of your grey matter.
You may now resume subsisting as you were a moment ago.
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