The Bologna Blog

Calgon

If my Calgon lingers somewhere out in the world's atmosphere, I will search high and low. My pursuit of the calm and peaceful joy is neverending. A bath of sumptuous goodness, a restful haven from the stressors of life invites. No price is too steep if the promised oasis measures up to reality. An Eden-like sauna beckons a provocative song. A siren whistles the pledge of soothing transformation. A melodious oath offers a cleansing release of serenading sanity. Dull aches erased in the aroma of freshness. Vitality restored with the infusion of simple salts through my pores the commercial exclaims. The pounding in my head will cease with the mild massage of wetness. Calgon take me away! I long for your release! I pray the illusion delivers. The turmoil of life is burying me alive.