Fill yourself with the inarticulable rage of being silently crushed by masked power structures...and with seasonal aromas...Pumpkin Spice Latte is back!
Let the autumnal fragrance of Pumpkin Spice Latte beckon your nostalgia for a childhood you never had , a childhood you learned from a television screen, a childhood embedded deep within your basal ganglia, coupled with the anesthetizing redolence of nutmeg!
Amidst the plodding sterility of modern life, we dream of warm fall colors,
of which Pumpkin Spice Latte dreamt, too, as a child. Dreamt, perhaps, a little harder than the rest.
Now, look at all that Pumpkin Spice Latte has achieved. And so can you.
Pumpkin Spice Latte folds you into its bosom, strokes your hair, brushes your forehead with its bee stung lips.
"I love you...I love you..." it croons and gurgles softly in your ear; rocks you in a steamed milk sea.
Pumpkin Spice Latte has enough love to go around for you and everybody, a love without possession; without jealousy; equally so in organic, almond, or soy.
There isn't any pain left, now. There is only Pumpkin Spice Latte.
Everybody says they "love" Pumpkin Spice Latte, offering themselves up; begging to be made whole.
Pumpkin Spice Latte looks inside itself to discover only froth, but the people just clamor for more, like laboratory rodents, bashing their heads against the cage in Pumpkin Spice Futility.
Pumpkin Spice Latte reaches out its arms to us, and now, we are in a wooded clearing!
Our ancestors welcome us amidst gently shedding amber foliage, and steaming plumes of clove!
That land is gone, now. A scorched terrain of char. You didn't hear the screams. The people passing buckets. Trying to save the last good thing.
Instead of black char, you breathed the mingling cinnamon of Pumpkin Spice Latte upon a disembodied October porch that hovers in the eternal vacuum of a Pumpkin Spice Mind.
We feel ourselves progressing towards a center, but there is no center. There is no order. There is no end to the discomfort in a Pumpkin Spice Void.
Pumpkin Spice Latte wants to heal you, but is rotted to the core.