unite where the ear cannot find you (original 21 March)

Come fellow comrades to the farm in the cave and dance the night away. Join hands in the great hall overflowing with decadent wax sculptures. They are melting smoother than the inner structure of our party, which has begun to collapse under pressures of fear. Come away from the empty streets dotted with lenses for the party to peer into every corner from a safe distance. Grab a pint in the crowded pub and whisper amongst your fellow comrades, just beware of what the bartender overhears. Do not complain of his sloppy pouring for the secret police are never instructed in the art of mixing drinks. When we attempt to stagger onto the night tram, remember to find a sweet gal who can make the ride more enjoyable.