Sitting in a Walgreen's parking lot the most ingenius, inspiring thought comes to my mind.

Russell's Stover's Chocolate Easter Eggs represent the human race.

It does! I'm telling you, when you think about the diversity of flavours and textures to choose from you can just embody the entire population of New York, from the gooey sticky tartness of a Raspberry Whip, you know, that dark and dramatic; vaguely whild..To the nicer, fluffy sweetness of the Strawberry Marshmallow...and it'[s cousin..vanilla....AND WHAT CAN BE SAID OF THE CHOCOLATE BROWNIE TRUFFLE EGG!? The dark, gothy conterpart to all of it's Eastery-pastell goodness that just rebels in it's dense, rich, overwhelming darkness....Smothering, and passionate, and deathly to arteries at least. Not that it really adds to up to my favourite egg, the Peanut Butter, which is a creamy consistency than that of Reese's, warm, and homey....like a mother, like warm buttered toast, or the most perfect embrace you can think of.

And yet, despite this diversity of feeling and all surrounding perfection...they all look the same on the outside, they're completely unreadable when unwrapped...

Easter Candy is the end all, it encompasses everybody...Even you know...the people that don't celebrate the rebirth of Jesus as an egg shitting bunny.

The anatomy of Peeps to come later..possibly.