Today, I took the bus. It left me to transfer in a corner taken
out of a fairy tale book. Adorned with roses and verdant carpets
of dewy lawns. It boasted a cluster of little shops with flower pots on the window sills, and striped canopies to shelter these.
Noble pine trees sheltered the picturesque little houses, and hosted squirrels. The birds jubilantly chirped, and pranced on the electric wiring
This place took me back to one of my favorite places, Disneyland! I particularly like the boat ride which enters through the frightening jaw of a killer whale. I prefer to ride this boat at dusk, so I can view the tiny lit street lamps, light the cobble stone walkways, and the lights of these beautiful little houses, which belonged to those magical characters. It never ceases to affect me, even as an adult. I've always wanted to believe they do...
Exist! My imagination was ablaze, my eyes dared not blink, my mouth was agape! I believed our brave guide, who glided our boat unscathed through the jaws of death, when she described the peculiar residents of this magical place. The dark forests which bordered these tiny houses were filled with adventure, and constant measure of one’s courage and daring. It was too beautiful to behold, and to keep the illusion going…
I wanted to believe in magic and goodness, and that in these magical houses... there was never any incest, nor fears of losing their income and housing. No domestic violence, nor bare cupboards -- as well as no drug dependency, to cope with it all. There was no internet porn addiction, nor compulsive eating disorders - and the shame to follow it promptly. Surely, inside these cozy homes, a fire warms the hearth, and no one goes to hell for touching their privates?
Surely there is no better nor lesser people, and everyone is accepted the same? Even the Seven Dwarfs! Of course, when I was a kid it never occurred to me that perhaps these seven dwarfs were probably lonely, angry, and very horny. Or that they might jack off while imagining Snow White, bare, on all fours. Or that they probably deeply envied Prince Charming, not so much for his height, good looks, or wealth…Oh, no!
They probably envied that he was getting blown by their untouchable, and Oh, so lovely, and pure Snow White. I imagine that the dwarfs in question had impressive helmets when poised to project those, if one considers the ratio of their diminutive limbs, to their aggrandized craniums. Perhaps if...just perhaps if Snow White had coincidentally walked in on one of them as he extraneously labored, and suddenly there she is...in the flesh. His muse...His impossible obsession!
The fuel of so many naughty and fantastic notions. Surely Snow White might have been shocked, horrified...and yet...rooted to the spot. I think it would depend on the time of the month. Who knows perhaps she played with herself as well, in rebellion to her given name. Arrgh! See? Being an adult is no fun; one loses some of the magic with time, as well as the fairy dust which glitters in children’s eyes. In its stead, cynicism replaces innocence, and reduces the ratio of belief in magic, honor, courage, and endless possibilities!
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