that was what passed for society, a party, a party or two, two adjoining parties so similar as to be functionally identical, and me wedged in between the garage and the fence waiting for it to end. it's a mask without the ball, there is no society, there is no home, there is no culture, there's only the party, heading for daily oblivion, careering toward disaster, a party of extinction, for tomorrow we die, one more party, one more, we deserve one more.