The Fiasco of gummy bears

I have recently decided that since my passion for design of both the visceral and the idyllically none material are so far removed from my eligibility (an is a grievous lack of talent) to participate in the greater world of their creation and interpretation, that perhaps the occasional post of my rambling sentiments on these things and perhaps I shall be able to ween myself into the sort of world that truly exists wholly removed from them, a world of crappy wage-slave jobs in dreary-cold steel towns. On that note I do so believe that there are some gummy-bears to be eaten, some roommates to be harassed about everything, a sink full of dishes, and some Kahlil Gibran to be read before I all these things become irrelevant with the next photo I see, pair of jeans I witness, or song with no lyrics that I hear...