Pickled Alligators – a moronic reference to the lizard brain within the host in the party of monetized attention.
Just dance more, relax and enjoy the party! Ingest everything the life has for pleasure and forget the life itself. Why?
A party that is a declaration of nihilism is not a party which instills relaxation – it is a neck gripping spasm of dread. Deeply embroided with loneliness, masked with pseudo-alpha psychopathy. The party has to be a celebration of life – wins and losses, a strive for connection and discovery, through honest communication.
Just bring your garbage on the table to tell us how You feel and let’s move! Bring yourself, with all your foibles and make me dance, rather than tell me how cool you are, playing someone elses words.
What taught you to be afraid? Your Pickled Alligators?
This is my party.