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| - im going 5 stars on this for sheer gumption. sitting in the window presently at magic pony is hmmm...im at a total loss. even if i were to attempt to describe what the h this monstrosity is youd have no idea what the h i was talking about. well despite the fact that the last few sentences seem completely useless, lets just say that theres this colossal sculpture, like a psychotic persons treehouse that welcomes you inside.
okay. so upon entering there is a display case that hangs on the wall or maybe its just at about chest level in which are knickknacks, baubles, bibelots, curios, trifles, gimcracks, gewgaws, dew-hickeys and tchotchkes. i like the gewgaws best.
(sorry im going to have a personal giggle now. ha ha.)
all of the above is true - you could purchase, for example, a little box thats about the size of one of those little sample cereal boxes youd be delighted to get when you were a kid (and dare i say now if the opportunity came up) where youd cut along the perforated edges, open it up, pour a little milk in and presto! instant breakfast? well inside those boxes are not cereal but miniature stuff like the "snazzy kitchen set" with a small bin for drying small dishes. so stupid its great.
or one could get a completely white video arcade game sculpture that you could paint in any way you like, i think with paints provided. or perhaps youd like to keep walking and look at one their books in the back.
new paragraph indeed. there are books that are graphic novels, or graphic novel types. there was this book that made me think that no one has to ever be apprehensive about any idea they might have no matter how stupid they think it is because this one was up there. it was a story told through pictures and words of a short tale of a baby, a little girl and a bear - all of them, in the pictures, dolls they had photographed in situations they described. basically, theyre all out in nature having a good time, they spot a fairy, she grants them wishes, suddenly theyre surrounded with an endless supply of junk food, they gorge, they hurl and start again. end of story. (sound familiar?)
now there are a billion more things, artwork on the walls, more books and lots more gewgaws et al everywhere you look. there is a mix between stuff thats useful and stuff exists for no greater reason than fun, which itself is reason enough, lord knows, with all the stress we like to buy all the rest of the time.
and above all, anything you set your eyes on there is marked with a little fairy dust as it were, full of playfulness and joy.
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