I cannot really dwell on the degree of suffering that we are experiencing due to lack of ability to comment and lack of ability to commune and intone. TERROR is what I am feeling, truly bad, truly inadequate.
First, I must say that tonight was a successful meeting of monstrousness and kindness. There were the moments of song, the moments of hand dancing, the delivery of speech impedimentation and the tunes from prior generations played at a low level in the background, insinuating violence.
Happy to meet you. Happy to have made your aquaintance. I am you and you are a lizard. You are a rapist. This is fine. You will don rape pants and prance like a donkey, sneaking upon your victims with faux entrancement language, like I am doing to you now. Watch yourself. A rape may happen without warning. I know this is not a joke, it is nothing funny to make light of.
We are still wondering what is sexy. It is opaque and dull and not for us to know now.