32 minutes ago
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Girlfriend, sweet Cuban chica , I saw you took on Hershey tempting me with your blog commercial, that declares photo love so nicely represented, is better than what I get at home, but I want to know why there is not evidence of your salsa, your spice in the ingredients. Unintentional invisible weight is gained on hips, thighs, brains, through knowledge gained when ads for milk, deep, dark, decadence appear in magazines and on screen- Valentine’s Day; false promises of bringing love to the table, home, possibly empty bedroom. Temptation- through words and pictures; removing, causing skeletal wallets to let go of money and time that could be better spent on lost hearts, mami and pappy, or innocent children starving for more than quick release, moody binges, decay, sugary halt disguised in heart shaped shiny boxes, or easy access melted foiled stains. Hurting more than helping. Longing, sleeps all year; until promotion, promises of late night whispers, and candy covered ecstasy ensure sweet years to come with landfill waste. Awaken, heal the passion with gifts of touch, kisses, and heated arms unwrapping dormant feelings lying about on fresh scented linens- Rip apart those advertiser’s greedy proclamations, pretty packaging, by wadding it up, and sending it into the hearth; its true purpose to become cheap kindling that keep away drafty bits of stale confection and memory… Chica...Just sayin...