Everyone is wasted. Huxley was right! George told us the methodology. Oh God, who can save us? Our sponsors? 

Anarchy reigns. Imperialism is destroyed through poetry and discussion on the birthday of a dying empire. Long Live the American Delirium!!! God save the demo-crazy falsity of yet another perishing bully on the global block. 

It starts insane like a massacre. You can't hear the poetry because Gerald is having a stroke induced by insanity. K.M. is hailing Satan. J is pointless reading words. Everything is chaos, until we talk about the first LBGTQ atrocity to hit the United States on a massive level but never investigated or addressed. 

Paul Belisle-designer extraordinaire-sits in. We smoke illegal Louisiana marijuana and eat Cincinnati's psychedelic mushrooms while talking animal instinct and/or creative instinct before Colorado wakes up to our nonsense.   

K.M. interrogates with anger. J rides his soapbox of isms. Gerald outlines his map. Everyone is wasted. Poetry destroys the mind - a mind rotating like a soaked fetus world ready to germinate. 

Acoustic bass, tall testicle swing. Deals made with a Napa Devil. Goethe. Faust. Ageism. Sponsorship. Going off the rails.   

The deranged days of a 100 year renaissance. Parents getting wasted with their children. Holiday's to celebrate indulgence. True bleeding art. Busking in the square. Busking art parties. Freedom to be creative. Waste and Environmental abuse. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. 

J is sober. K.M. returns to alcohol. Gerald explains his pitch. Poetry reigns supreme. 

The beginning of the madness. Gerald talks about the art of street poetry and his experience reading issue 1 of Drawn & Quartered magazine. J is drunk and K.M. is sober. A strange paradigm of intellectual discussion and slobbering dialect.