the happiest place on earth

A carefully constructed world where dreams come true, just like in that when you wish upon a star song, one of the songs pumping mandatory joy into your head through speakers hidden on anything fixed while you stand in line for Peter Pan or a toilet. Everywhere, people drenched and drowning in thick, sticky fun. The sparrows at the happiest place on earth are heedless of the princess purses and pirate patches in the gift shops. All they need to be happy is crumbs.

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