sometimes, especially if it's a hash party, i suddenly see every one of them as great sleepy phalluses. the longer the party goes on the less human the more phallus they become. they arent exactly great talkers to begin with.they're children, i always know that. by accident someone has told them how to stay wise children for a little longer, not grow into posing adults.

tonight there's a party, but i'm all alone in my room. presently i'm bouncing the bed springs and giving some amazing sexy howls and groans, but there's only me in here. someone knocks. GET OUT, i scream gaily - and stop still and look at myself in the mirror and wonder if i'm quite mad. i start to laugh, and five seconds later i'm crying. i stop crying and give the bed springs another crunching bounce - and stare at myself and shiver.