Friday, November 09, 2007

"Hahaha... whatever man," he said. His mind ruffled at the accusations.

Of course he was having a good time. This was his party after all. After all this work, all this expended time and effort, obviously he was going to have a good time.

His mind scanned the horizon and found all the familiar shapes, the representations of the sultry, the forbidden. Shuffling along from temptation to temptation, gorging himself on hearty indulgance.

His wrinkled conscience brushed again against his insistant attitude. "Hahaha..," he laughed. What an absurd notion, everything is wonderful, everything is great.

"Look around at all the people having such a good time. That is proof that all is well." He stated.

He looked out again, this was his party after all. After all this work, all this expended time and effort, obviously he was going to have a good time.

He scanned the horizon and found all the familiar shapes, the idolist forms of excess. Slogging along, being drenched in the essence of hedonism.

His conscience whispered to him, "All is not as it appears."

"Hahaha...," his eyes scanned quickly across the horizon for an example of the proven success of his juxtaposition. All the people were having fun. "That is proof that all is well" he assured himself.

He looked around, this was his party after all. He'd sacrificed everything, this was his payoff. What else did he have?

He wandered more... suffocated by all that surrounded him. He felt dirty. His conscience said to him, "You're deceiving yourself, all is not as it appears." His mind clawed at him to shake free of the illusion.

"You're having an overdose, just try to calm down." he heard. His party began to melt away. The lights and sounds faded.

He looked up into the eyes of the emt and looked down at his shirt removed from his body. He shuddered to himself.

"What did you take?" said the emt.

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