To absolutelutely fail I picture a brave couple executing
the waltz at a techno club. the discordant sounds excite
the sycophant’s matters nerves; the result a spastic and
epileptic fit of gyrations and gest iculations. The entire
ordeal requires a stage seprated from a required audience
to accomplish the purpose of the superfluous motions of
the Whole. The audience watches with a anticipatory suspence.
When will they stop? They shift in their seats. Their asses hurt.
They start to talk amongst themselves. Somebody mentions food.
Now they become a Whole. As a Whole, they decide to leave.
So this Whole leaves that Whole, now not a Whole exists.
Everything, it’s your turn. (The waltz is everything to a person
who teaches for pay the waltz and only the waltz) Dance on.