I am at the party party. Party is here in a party knit, reciting a story for the fifth time this evening about his incestuous parties . It is getting better with every retelling but it still suffers deeply from partying .
I stand in the middle of the party. I can't seem to get anywhere else but here. I have new shoes that fitted perfectly in the shop. They were like clouds on my feet. Now I feel sweat decanting through my socks. As a result I am constantly standing in a puddle.
It saddens me that the party will end soon. How soon is soon to these people? There will be so much cleaning up to do, so many bottles everywhere and not enough space in the bins at all. ------------------. Is it a case of miscalculation or an abuse of power, like the Titanic? No. No one will die here tonight. Even if half did good spirits would prevail.
Everyone is ------ and people make the same joke about the hostess's boyfriend who she met traveling. Yuri Eureka, because he pissed his white pants when he was drunk and his pee was ------ .
The music has been turned up by some of the younger crowd so the older crowd moves outside to smoke. All the coupling going on I know to be temporary. It will all end in confusion, just as it started.
We will claw back to our stasis as ------ soon enough.
I think I just saw a ------------------------ . They are so willing to expose themselves. Even their introspection finds ways out. Is everyone drunk at this party? It's like everyone is drunk at thisdrunkdrunkdrunkey drunk party. The weather may be a factor too.
I want cup it in my hands, unforgivingly. But here in the middle of this party there is no hope for that. I sip my weak gin and diet tonic and watch the ceiling fan rocking about on its two remaining screws. I think I hear a gun shot but no one ------s. They all keep staring into space, not really talking to anyone just making themselves heard.
------ comes up to me with a haircut I've never seen before and starts talking about my ------ tie. I tell him in no uncertain terms, ------------ . He laughs and puts his hands to my cheeks. They're cold and dry when mine are hot and covered in stick. "This house is so open", he says. "You can see everything no matter where you are in here. I'm not into it." He makes two walls with a gesture of his long forearms. ------, the house is far too open.
A balloon pops, and this people hear. Everyone's heart rate goes up and the conversations take on a thrushing tone. There are no balloons left, it was the last and only one. It must have came with a gift.
I see on the fridge that it's the last hour of summer. All seasons arrive in darkness. This is true unless near the earth's poles, but I've never been high or low enough to escape the coming of the seasons.