While no one one knows what or who….recently the Christmas party suffered several social setbacks. One of which was the punch ended up spiked with something that made everyone act silly. My bets are on a potion or concoction of sorts. Additionally fliers found their way onto various doors of the gym and bathroom stalls. They were written clearly in bright red ink the following:
"Yet and again I wish to send my amend,
Only then will I cease to pretend…
Until that time I beseech you with rhyme,
Remembering the grime and toxic slime….
Bequeathed and unsheethed a truth uncouth…
Ended defended against the odds and the Gods…
Told lies and despise did I their allies and spies,
Rendered and splendored instead in red
A note that I wrote telling all abut the fall…
Yet another December that dies like an ember
A spoken token of ones awoken, the dying, and the broken
Leave now without pain, or watch it fall the redness of rain."
Well this was a powerful yet disturbing piece to find as I was about to head into the party. I wonder what they mean. I can't help but look for them now as they become a daily display. For now it is something to write about until I find something better.
The party itself was a general hit. At one point Sierra Aurum was quoted as saying: "I have commenced the putting of my hands into the like I do not have the caring!" Well Sierra good for you, i hope you had fun. It seemed like a nice night for couples to share a dance and have fun. I even caught a picture of several of them dancing!
Hope you all enjoyed this weeks article.
Yours truly John R.