Well my friend this is goodbye to the new world order. We raise our drinks and say goodbye to all who we loved, and to all that we know, for tomorrow will bring us a new day a new life, but tonight we have our last night to remeber and enjoy this world we once knew. Planes could be heard racing overhead through the blasts of loud music coming from inside the house on the hill, filled with people. People from all over this small town gather here tonight not to mourn, but in celebration in the new life that awaits them. People around the pool drink from their wine glasses filled from some of the finest wines from all over the world, freshly stolen from the shops in town that no longer exist. The riots were over. There was nothing left to rebel against. Control was lost from the people and all they could do, was sit back and accept their fate with a smile. A man tears his shirt off as he screams “fuck what the people have told me to do.” He pulls his pants to his ankles, “I have no power, to control my fate, but look how free I am now.” The crowd gathered around him begins to laugh and applaud the man who was once a doctor as he jumps completely naked into the pool up on the hill. The spectators who were once lawyers, store clerks, business, mail, garbage men and women now all are here together on this house on the hill stripping naked together, in the last night of celebration of the end of all they new. Everything they had once done, had once believed in was nothing now. The only thing they know is now and now would not last forever, so with every last bit of life they had they celebrated.
    The news on the TV still played from inside, showing scenes, of men and women crying and children dieing in the hands of their bloodied crying mothers as they stabbed knifes in their broken hearts to create the only bandage that would heal their wounds. No one paid any attention to the screen, but it was the last piece of hope that existed in these peoples hearts.
    Glasses cheersed and faces peered around the room filled with everything people have always wanted to do. The garbage man grabbed the wife of the man who was never home and squeezed her ass. She turned around in fright and smiled at the man who she had seen once a week for 15 years, but had never once spoken a word too. The man laid the wife of the man who was never home down on the couch besides them and the two naked bodies began to fuck. The wife of the man who was never home screamed out as the man and forced his dick inside of her, a tear trickled down her cheek and the man pulled away. The wife of the man who was never home thrust herself on top of the man and as the planes rattled the windows and the music shook the floor, they continued fucking for everyone to see and for everyone to enjoy. The Artist was lead into the room by the business women who had been forbidden to see the man by the father of the business women and the owner of the car dealership. The artist and the business women reconnected after not seeing each other for 10 years with naked bodies fucking on the floor. Smacking the artists head against the wall sending the clock dropping down to the floor with a crash. Knocking the second and minute hand right off, but leaving the hour hand stuck at 12.
    The front patio was filled with dead bodies being tossed around and played with by the patrons of the party on the hill. Many passed out and dead from the abuse of drugs occurring on this patio. Heroine being shot into the veins of the old man who lives his life alone. The soldier who refused to go back to war took lines of coke from the accounts son’s personal stash that the accountant had confiscated from him weeks ago. Now she plopped two straws into her virtuous, pure nostrils and corrupted her body for the first time with enough coke to kill herself in celebration of life.
    Morals no longer existed. Rules became just another pointless word like life, freedom, and democracy. In fact almost all words became meaningless. Nothing mattered for once. The end was the only two words left to know and as the planes shook the windows of the house on the hill the sun appeared over the valley glowing bright and hot on a warm August night. Burning the faces of the guest who stared.