2019, a milestone to my end yet I’d celebrate the birth of you

Man craves for festivities, festivities he creates to dance in trance, let himself loose in frolics, festivities he creates to let himself forget the toil, the vagaries of his everyday being, what’s a flip of that last page of your calendar, just a flip yet the naive would drink to it, drink they do and that won’t be sane, not sane at all while he watches over the very voyage to his end, but then sanity is death, sanity is the end of vitality.

Kill that sanity, jump, hop, dance, kiss, hug, drink, eat and know no limits.
That’s what the man needs, festivities let there be many and tonight let the reason be just a flip of the calendar.

Be credulous, get drunk, sway to the favourite track in trance, let it be happy, insanely joyous new year.
Let me wish you a happy new year, please do keep me in that insanity as we celebrate it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, stay insane

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