the end of the world

there was a party last night, entry of which required the crossing of a marshy moat with the aid of long beams. oysters were consumed in copious amounts-- might explain the licentious thoughts (that might have been the half naked people running around).
grilled cheese and spirits were abundant and everything, but it was ironic that while there was drink everywhere, cups were infinitely less abundant, reminds me of this story of hell.
everything was soo democratic, anarchist even ("hey you, come over and shuck oysters,) except for the music selection. in this regard the policy was a decreed revelry in some sort of pulsating, droning dance music that is best enjoyed on psychedelics. all i wanted to listen to was this