REALITY: Animation

Come back to California Mr. Disney!  We’re living in the time of world you only touched with mind and hand.  We buy our golden eggs from quacking ducks and talking geckos.  Just in case we need it and we do.  Mickey-moused machinery not meant to last but faster better cheaper–easy to replace like people too.  Woodenheads are common and their nose won’t grow with lies.  Our friends are small four-hundred pixels tall.  We talk to them and they talk back or we can squish them with a stick or any other virtual choice of weapon.  Whatever.  We all can draw a hundred frames a minute, paint the skies blue or orange or vanilla brown.  Moneybags and Cinderella crystal slippers, castles just a click away.  No fragile Snow Whites here we all have jobs that hi and ho-ing dwarfs don’t sing about and Wile E. Coyote quick recovery  when the blown out birthday candle turns out to be a bomb.  Animation, animation is the key here Mr. Disney.  You knew you knew you knew that all along.