Some people say we shouldn’t play our music. We shouldn’t dance. We shouldn’t congregate. “Fun Ruins Lives” isn’t that it? Some people say that we’re a menace to society, whatever remains after the quake. Sick joke, there’s no society left to menace. So we’ll party, what else is there to do?
Some people say we need a license. That we should bow down to them and their thugs. That they have the right to say who can entertain who. Some people say we’re asking for trouble.
We say… dance like there’s no tomorrow.
There might not be one.
Next Tuesday, Venue 7, parking behind the warehouse. Share plans only with friends, don’t talk to strangers. The longer we go, the more dangerous this gets. Keep your eyes open and look after eachother. If anything happens you know the plan.