Hardly a party.

Why? All you seem to do is ask me why. Did you ever stop to think that I have never asked myself that question. I went through with the action. Maybe it is not possible to question my authority with such a callus question. I tap my foot to the melodic vision whilst the room ignites. The party is just getting started but I only want to do is kick back and relax. All I can tell you about last night is that is was a sea of red and black. There were conversations about socialism and pigeons. I remember you looked up at me and said ‘FUCK LEAH’!  Go wash your hands they’re as black as pitch. I exclaim; ‘I swear I didn’t touch it’.