bubble gum

smack pop!! onomatopoeia!!!! clap your hands everybody stand up and sing! this is real. this is the real feeling synthesized! everyone can feel it, your all special. I love you because you love me and we love each other and without each other what would we have? where would we be? this is all so so real nothing can touch what we have here in this moment and whats more... it last forever.  your my friend. this is what pop promises us. it wraps us up in its sticky arms and pulls us close and plants a big wet kiss on our cheek just like you obese aunt. it brings you in and promises the world to you and paints you the bluest sky. this is why we love it, well at least thats why I love it. the ideal. who does  not want to think that ultimately everything will work out how i  want it to. How I need it to. the reality is pushed from our catchy chorus chanting mind and all that is left is a ever crashing wave of pre teen euphoria. and we let this wave slam into us like we used to do at the beach standing against these waves getting the crap knocked out of us because isn't there something in being knocked back. thats why we love to love, thats we love you, bubblegum pop.