This Party Sucks

This process of losses it seems life is just a brutal form of subtraction sometimes. You know it is all downhill when a mystical experience tells you the point of life is to clean. But it all fits into my metaphor about the decline and fall of keggers. Its a long story and I've told it so many times to so many people so i don't utter a word lest i become repetitive. Bleary eyed decades later in the shell of prefab grandeur i will emerge more grander then they could have foreseen. Well i will only be beautiful if you are like me and watch Mad Max for fashion tips. I accept my life role of cleaning up after parties. Because sure last night was fun but I'm more into the solitude of picking up beer cans of walls wandering and wondering what the hell happen in our collective party induced delirium. It is like a puzzle game. My guess is that the culprit was the industrial revolution in the world stage with petroleum. Am I right? Do i win a prize? No just a thousand days of cleaning and dreaming. Just like now. Just like how i made it this far and will keep doing so forever. I'm over all that pat on the back bullshit in any form. Hilarity is the story and i just keep laughing.