Once upon a time there was a lovely grrl named Pixie Stix and everywhere she went the world turned
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colors. When she floated down the streets the fruity sweet smell of strawberry and lemon and orange and cherry wafted through the open windows of the tiny houses. She visited the land of Ack every full moon to feed the animals and take care of the sad-blue people. In Ack the streets were dirty and the flowers were covered with a layer of icky-dirty exhaust from the supercool ultrafast cars. The city was dreary gray except when she popped in to brighten up the ho-hum lives of the dreary gray people.

When Pixie S. came to town the sun got brighter and the air got warmer. The light even showed through the dark little corners of the shadow slum streets and the buildings without doors or windows. She went to the parks and gathered the hungry animals and fed them blueberries and bananas and apple pies until they couldnt eat anymore. Then Pixie S. sang a goofy song and the fuzzy little animals fell asleep on the cool grass. Next she skipped her way through the town waving to all the kids and exchanging hellos with the people at the bus stops. When she finally arrived at The Center a crowd had already gahtered. She made her way to the platform and began her tales of healing and kindness and beauty in spirit. The people there weren't physically sick, but emotionally diseased and looking for a love potion cure. Pixie finished up her talk and then sprinkled some of her magic Pixie S. DUST on the sad-blue people to keep up their spirits for when she was far from Ack. So as Pixie S. crossed the town boundaries and left Ack behind her, the sun began to descend and a crisp gray/black night fell on the town.

So each month she came and performed these lifeline duties but as the years went by the people began to change. They were less sad-blue and more angry-red. Fire red. These days when Pixie S. sprinkled her Dust it did very little for the people. They were on too many pills that zoned them out to far off grooves and they had too much of their own 'special dust' in their souls for Pixie's to have any effect. Less people came to The Center and more people spent the days sucking on each other for some form of comfort disguised as lust and the sickness flowed from one to another without any relief in sight. Pixie Stix continued to come to Ack but the animals were no longer so friendly. They hid in the bushes and under the porches and shook with fear. At The Center Pixie S. helped who she could with a greater understanding and knowledge, but the people were still dying. Metal bullet machines were passed around like candy and the deadly little toys destroyed a number of the weak. Pixie S. left Ack at twilight feeling helpless and teeny-tiny small. She wanted to scoop everyone up and put them in a soft and safe bubble place but everything was spinning/ falling way out of control.

The next full moon Pixie came to Ack with a glittery white boy-angel in tow. His face was golden tan and his eyes were sparkly clear with bleach blonde surfer-type hair falling everywhere. Clean and good, everyone stared as the pair danced through the city. People opened their windows and for a moment they could smell the wonderful smells of life through their haze of built-up destruction. Pixie S. left the boy-angel to wander the town and bring some hope into the people's lives. He would stay there always and help to cleanse their souls of the sticky goop endless sucking and remove the harsh angel dust from beneath their eyes. Despite the efforts of Pixie S. and her glittery muchacho, the fire-red people were too much. They were angry at life and angry at themselves and very angry at each other. Their situation only worsened. The boy-angel was hit with monster hard rocks and yellowed newspapers and hard-times headlines. They could not continue in the possessed city without sacrificing themselves to the masses. So Pixie Stix gathered up the boy and left Ack for the last time, waiting and hoping to ride out the stormy soul weather until they were once again welcomed in the dreary gray city.