are you all ******* ******* that you require fancy-dress parties to establish the fact that you're drunk?! i could have acquired that judgemental coordinate without you even moderating, because Melbourne was the party-capital... as **** it was... it was trapped in colonialism... party prior the Aboriginal; i spent my time drinking with them, it was fun, more fun that spending the same amount of time with you.*

i'd never trust people
who mix
alcohol with orange juice;
i'd consider
trusting those who mix
it with carrot pulp instead;
feels like frying-up
a ginger-garlic paste
for a heathen curry:
heathen meaning cooked
by a blanc diablé.