a party with translucent people. people made of frosted glass. joyous people, dancing people. holding pearlescent glasses and clean clear teeth. drunk off frozen water and clear cold streams. hors d’oeuvres of bees, meals of love and laughter, eaten voraciously. irrational swallows, like birds. sipping my tepid blocks of water and decrying my love. it tastes of He and sugared cherries- maraschino decorations. and it tastes like home. like the wooden table and leather couches. it eats like a monkey like a dragon like a snake like a golden pig like a goat, but not a horse. it drinks like a rat like a rat like a rat. but it tastes like a tiger of salty and striped.
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