I'm guessing somebod spiked the seamstress's punch, because what begins as an ode to Pepto Bismol...
... quickly devolves into a blinding valentine to either a) hallucinogens, or b) that insane IKEA heart pillow with the arms on it that, every time you enter the store, is begging you to take it home for $10 so it can cuddle you in perpetuity.
