I Want To Watch It All Go Down

Ecstasy.  Absolute ecstasy.  The town was set ablaze today, literally, metaphorically.

It started in the wee hours of the morning.  I was wandering through town in a drunken stupor, searching for more booze when I stumbled upon a sobering sight.  Those crazy-ass christian right activists broke into the library and stole some books to burn.  As though ANYBODY has EVER read those books.  They're just felling a tree in a forest with no one to hear.  The scene became more surreal as I walked closer though.  There were people dancing around the fire, like witches around a cauldron, they were the town prostitutes, and they were throwing bottles of liquor on the fire, just more fuel.

At this point, I have completely sobered up.

The enchanting dance of the whores was putting me in a trance, and it seemed as though they were conjuring the forces of nature as the wind began whipping around and blowing up their skirts.  In the heat of the flames, and realizing the surreality of the scene, they cast their clothes aside, and before long, the whores were dancing nearly naked around a book burning fire as the christian right stood watching, wondering where things went so horribly wrong (or right). 

Being in the trance that we were, and being as sober as we were, a local homeless, Schitzy McDowell, and I decided to break into the DnD liquor store and get more fuel for the fire. 

Where did this all go so right?

Before long there was glass everywhere, the towns homeless population had bum-rushed (no pun intended) the liquor store and absconded with only the most potent of the alcohols.  Better to fuel our hearts and fuel the fire.  We chugged as we ran back to the fire, stumbling, vomiting along the way, losing all sense of self control.  When we were once again at the fireside, the whores ran up, snatching our bottles and throwing them into the fire, making bursts of flame stories high, like souls escaping the heavens as we sacrificed them to the gods.  The flames were growing at an exponential rate, the crowd was getting bigger and louder until it seemed like the whole fucking world was about to blow into its individual atoms and we would all be particle dust and then

One loud crack and the heavens opened, the gods frowned upon us, and in the rain we could barely see two feet in front of us.  The fire was doused, the whores ran, and the homeless stumbled off to find their boxes.  There was only one source of light, a light that once again drew everyone back together.  The main tower of the mosque, it's eccentric spire, was torched, hit by lightning, and the whole place was burning down.

I don't want to sound racist, but it would have been pretty fucking cool if they had explosives in there.  Anyways, it seems like the christian right got their satisfaction.I stumbled back into the DnD, took a few more bottles and wandered home.  I sat at my window watching the mosque burn down until the sun rose to see our soggy town, covered in wet plastered ash. 

We're all just cigarette butts in this ashtray of a town, and we've been smoked to the filter.  It's time to get a fresh pack.  I lit one last cigarette and fell asleep, half hoping that I'd end up burning my own house down.  I could die happy after a night like this.