You kneel down and lean forward. You can smell the artificial grape flavoring from a foot away, and your mouth starts to crease into a ridiculously cheesy, mega-smile. You begin to drool, just slightly, as you slowly extend your tongue forward towards a purple square of glittering hardened candy. It's like French kissing an ICEE syrup dispenser seeping violet euphoria. You lay there, licking a piece of multicolored pavement until time unravels, high on candy, and completely, unrepentantly marinated in purple #5.
