I am the strangest person I have ever met in my life, take the Sybol of the party and put it in my back pocket ironically, looks and desicions, leading to small laughter, leading to pleasent convorsation, leading to anything where anyone can take a breather, take a calm, carry on, hogs roll by then things roll on, the symbols add up, and the symbol of the party seems of a siren, wailing its sorrow, wailing its empty, the empty cab rides, empty expressions l, and entertainment filled with urmmmph and love and drunk, the atmosphere rising, the lovers wanting to clutch closer, the evening never closing, dance a little bit more!   Loan out an extra!  It's sullen but it's sudden!  The spontenaity is flawless, beating the next pack, beating the next maker, making their mark, beating them like eggs whipped with cilantro, you're gone bro, psssssss its possum


In the street!  Sitar!!!