'Take a knee and Bow, and let your tongue express that JESUS CHRIST IS YOUR LORD!'
The sign above me stated. Maybe he was our Lord. I wasnt in a mood to say 'Hell No you scum' and beat him with his own placard. Hours were spent by his lovely god-fearing wife putting that thing togethor, and i surely wasnt going to rob him of his fun. That would be a horrible thing to do. Id much rather come back sober and play with his belief system, perhaps even introduce him to the monkey hiding in his lounge, the one that proves evolution was the true story behind Human Model v.10, our current state. Darwin was his name, and whilst The little guy couldnt say much, its what he represened that counted. And i would sit and flaunt his symbolism.
But that was another time, maybe next year, when ive recovered from this cycle of affairs. Cigarette, whiskey, green tinge, pass out. Rinse and repeat with more violence. I did want to play games, but id stagger through anything i thought and come out confused and anxious, looking like I'd just coorindated a failed drug sale and had lost eveything. That wasnt the kind of look i wanted to be fronting in a place like this, with police hiding at every corner under extreme vigilance, hiked up on pure dopamine and looking for the nearest excuse to shoot someone right between the eyes. Under the hidden veil of a peaceful religious chant, the status quo was carefully kept in checķ by the police. The sideways glances of the bigots had them looking for any sign that they had better leave the party pronto, or they would be maimed or be killed under a hail of gunfire and police batons with sharpened edges. Blood was an easy colour to clean off the red bricked monolgue of buildings that made up the French Quarter, but Black spraypaint and the Ash of the dead Souls that were sucked into the kerosene burnoff these religious fanatics had started was not.
"On Fat Tuesday, revelers in New Orleans jam the streets with non-stop partying. The atmosphere is charged with drunkenness and unbridled sexual activity and perversion. In the French Quarter, homosexuals have costume contests before audiences of thousands. Women lean over balconies and openly expose themselves to anyone who will give beads to them. The practice of revelers engaging in sex with strangers is common."
The real truth magazine.
It is, quite beautifully, a massive power base of free speech allowing anything that constitutes pure right wing religious movements to speak their mind and drag anyone and anything that slips into their vacuum down into the dark cave with them.
Mardi Gras is never prepared yet always a willing accepter of the inundation, even downright swamping above the National Defence emergncy level, of all forms of gibberish, hearsay, lies, truths and psuedo-religious bullshit. Over 4 days it is a non-stop assault on all 5 senses that begins to manifest itself in every innocent bystanders mind in a very unstablely controlled violent tenure. And if it all turned against itself by the briefest lighting of a match the local law enforecment would have very little ability to quash the civil unrest before it reached a fever pitch. I have no doubt the Souths biggest party would quite quickly become a Master class in the civil guards ability to enforce martial law and return the city to a state of civic peace, even if extreme violence and death were the means to an end.
The main reason for the massive pilgirmage to New Orleans was a wealth of new and fertile minds ready to be harvested for their own viscious needs, gathering humans like crops in the local feilds. And they fell quickly too. A mindless mixture of alcohol, loneliness and well-directed and powerful dialogue could turn even the most straight-lined minds towards the dark cave in the extreme corner of the beautiful golden beach. I had seen it on several occasions right before my eyes, as i staggered from bar to bar in search of my friend Bear. I had lost him only minutes before and i was starting to get lonely. I had ticked off 2 of the 3 ingredients for sublimation into the vortex, but id be damned if i was going to let one of these vermin get ahold of me for any amount of time. I had my bottle ready and held my stature with intent.
