Hive Mind: Interrupting Adults are Children

To the unapologetic 

      Worms, poorly upholstered ladies thriving on domestic back lies stabbing at table three, your indistinguishable poisonous bantrifical social game surround perceptions are at compromised best... Shamefully vague, the lizards hiss a cry as vipers between your vulture craving thick gullet thighs, for attention as musicians play the stage.

So please take your whispering gossip lips from any applicable table near the tag, I'm quite sure there's an empty table to be inherited by your unmendable personalities of acquired hollow vernacular spewed greed... Just there, across from the bar, just beyond the door.

In lieu of our participation in,
Chirping... When silence is appropriate.