They want to outlaw drunkenness – of course. They want to condemn it. In the name of public health, which equals public death.
Their hatred for us. They’ve declared war on us. On our kind.
They hate us. They hate our joy.
They Object to us – of course they do. We talk too loudly. We even sing – in public. We celebrate – the very fact we are. That we exist.
We offend the new Puritanism.
They want state minions, afraid of authority. But we’re no longer controlled, molded, funnelled.
We’re not the haters, in the end. We hate this world – this form of the world. But we love what we could be. We love Potentiality. We love what’s Possible. We love Utopia.
But this world … no, we don’t love this world. This cess pit. This holding cell. This open prison. No, it’s not for us. We’re better than this. We’re more than this. Our eyes are open more widely.
Work in Progress 