The Shindig

The shindig was a gastronomia of felted tufts and cold ceramics and the folks in attendance ate it up as if the culmination of culinary art was frailly situated at the length of a sour utensil. The conversation was illuminating as the females sounded out deep felt moans of indulgent satiation. The boys were all fairly normal as men are when contained. Later several will wander into rooms and love or argue or open a book, put on a late tv show and fall asleep alone. The dinner will pass through and out, not to be crass, when it remembers where it had been. This was truly delightful.

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