A Concert is a Blender

We can put a chemical inside ourselves

We can put our hair in to a different shape to tell people we're different from people

We can wear tight clothes to fight global injustice to tear the air to shreds with our our nipples.

We can go to a building with ourselves and hear other people making sounds we've attached ourselves to.

We can make all our emotions mix together by crashing into each other or grinding against each other or just moving in some way to

We can make this place like a gigantic, dark, shining, efficient electric blender to take all of our feelings and all of our experiences and our successes and our dreams and our disappointments and mix them all in to aaaa all of this in to a smoothie, one that looks like a dim, dark room, with the occasional wisp of pot smoke, with obese men in front, and behind them, people like us who also put chemicals in themselves and rip the air open with their nipples, and who, together with their instruments, produce the sounds of triumph.