There is vodka in your teeth. Stuck there like cavities. There is mint on your breath. Like therapeutic tea. Your tongue is a swollen lump of words you should never have said. Your countenance one of a drowning person revived. Their life had flashed carnival lights right before their eyes. Now they are paralyzed by this gorgeous sight. The colors never leave their sparkling minds. You are a burrowing species into the reams of history. The likes of which had never previously been seen. You are unaccustomed to the limelight and always hide in the shadows. You are afraid of floor to ceiling windows. You are an image of moonlit night. As you well know, a soiree is an evening of music and light conversation where which the superior musical connoisseur will introduce new nocturnes to a receptive and earnest audience, who listen with childish curiosity to the swelling chords and rising and falling frequencies, the dynamic shifts that represent different sections, but nothing like pop music of course, this a somber occasion, celebrated like a happy funeral in the post-parade streets of mardi gras.
There will be streamers and enormous floats with naked dancing women wearing traditional religious garb of the Muslim faith. There will be controversy and hubbub but it will be all for nothing. It will be a group of insensitive people thinking they are harming the sensitivity of outsider cultures, the kind they will never quite understand but always fear of harming the integrity of for historical integration of violence in their society. Racial profiling is a crime against humanity, but the police are about the law. The law is crooked so why shouldn't the cops accept gambling money and other sorts of overlooked criminal injustice? If I were a cop I would be crooked as fuck. I would take from the poor and protect the rich. I would use my night stick whenever unnecessary. I would defend white collar criminals by arresting their enemies with idiotic picket signs. Human rights? More like human lefts. These assholes all have it coming with their hippie peace signs and their war protests. How could businesses thrive if we didn't have our work force of young men over seas in a war they don't understand? How could we still have the cheap labor of illegal immigrants in our factories with all of our American boys back in town? They need a good conditioning anyway, with our schools no longer teaching the bible and all. They need to know that the enemy can always potential attack their homeland and they should be violent toward any human of that one enemy's culture. Atta boy. You're learning quick.
That disgusting maggot line of thought. There are millions like this who will never see a truth that I can agree with. They are the plague of our nation. We are bound by the same faulty laws but the way we react is through intelligence and not blind fighting. Idiots are taking over. They always have told us what is the best way to keep truth at bay and to keep the public consensus under the table like an oval office blow job. No one understands. We're floating in space. Alive all at once.
