They called them friday night dance parties.
Make sure and come to the dance party on friday. Everyone wants to see you.
We’re all looking forward to meet and greeting you on friday at the dance party. See you then.
Do your patriotic duty. Come to the friday night dance party. People are watching.
And every friday night the dance party was held.
And what a party it was. People dancing up a frenzy out in the town square. With fires burning from old tires and 50 gallon drum fires.
And in the center of the square was a big plastic vat.
Everyone would work up a frenzy dancing and howling at the moon, then they would lurch forwards to the vat and spill out a stream of hot and chunky vomit into the vat.
Everyone contributed. That was the whole point. We all need to keep vomiting until the vat was filled.
Then the nice immigrants in swat suits would come and pick them up. Haul them away.
And what a party it was. People dancing up a frenzy out in the town square. With fires burning from old tires and 50 gallon drum fires.
And in the center of the square was a big plastic vat.
Everyone would work up a frenzy dancing and howling at the moon, then they would lurch forwards to the vat and spill out a stream of hot and chunky vomit into the vat.
Everyone contributed. That was the whole point. We all need to keep vomiting until the vat was filled.
Then the nice immigrants in swat suits would come and pick them up. Haul them away.
Haul them away where?
Why to the government warehouse silly.
Why? Why are you doing this?
Everyone needs to do their part. To help make the future. To help build the StarGate.
Some nights were black bile nights. Those were especially gross. No one really understood why that happened some weekends.
Some theorized it was like menstrual cycles all synching up.
How a room full of clocks would all nudge each other over time and end up with their pendulums in synch.
And so it was with the friday night dance gang.
Our innards were all synched up somehow.
Why to the government warehouse silly.
Why? Why are you doing this?
Everyone needs to do their part. To help make the future. To help build the StarGate.
Some nights were black bile nights. Those were especially gross. No one really understood why that happened some weekends.
Some theorized it was like menstrual cycles all synching up.
How a room full of clocks would all nudge each other over time and end up with their pendulums in synch.
And so it was with the friday night dance gang.
Our innards were all synched up somehow.
No one really knew why. We were too busy vomiting too think about it.
And then afterwards we wanted to forget. To make the chatter go away. No one likes the chatter in their brains. Make it stop.
And then afterwards we wanted to forget. To make the chatter go away. No one likes the chatter in their brains. Make it stop.
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