Delirium Grooves

Strange vibrations in the realm of DM. In these nascent morning hours, even as the sunlight, in its salivating glory, penetrates each and every one of our now fluttering eyelids, our heads wilting, snapping like, appropriately, metronomes, the end seems far. A dream? Sleep metaphors seem particularly well-suited.

Wandering from the pools of lights, between dancers caught in the hypnotism of their relentless oscillations, I came across our captains EB and Hannah in the thick of it, a magazine sprawled in front of them. It was open to the striking visage of Bradglina. Mouths agape, they were awed. I heard mutterings, the vague sounds of human language, but nothing definite, nothing recognizable, nothing unalien. Even they, O captings, our captains, had been lost in the thick of it. What is this madness?

Once, I surfaced from the depths of these heavy sounds and visions to a moment of horrific lucdity. Human beings moving as if in sand, their legs latched to floor. Wardobes had deevolved to a blatant mockery of any veritable standard of civilization. Savages? On a trip to the green room I witnessed a particular moment of despair. Upon enterng, engulfed in darkness, I was struck by a wall of dank heat and clutter. One could barely percieve, with the fleeting light from the outer hall, the outlines of the floor tiles winding away into tenebrous oblivion. I stumbled across a body draped across the floor. I never saw its face (Julianne? Christina?), but the blurred form lifted itself, and from, I assume, trembling lips: "The horror! The horror!" I was torn between utter paralysis and the instinct, plapable, to flee.

We seem absolute conoisseurs of massichism. Despite it all, joy reigns suprme. Even now we dance. Even now we fight through the darkness. Even now the light, the morning comes through. If we can do this, what stands a chance? Certaining not HIV. We may lose our sanity, we may lose all remnants of any semblance of civilized human behavior, language, thought. But we will not stand for the horrors of HIV. Beware, oh petty disease. We're dancing still.

-Alex S.