A new social network for positive messages

A new social network for positive messages only kicked me out after one post. They thought this wasn't positive: "I like how everything is orange here ... very Jim Jones-esque."

I queried. They told me that the message had been rejected on grounds of accuracy as the flavour of the drink at Jonestown was in dispute. Once resolved, the issue of positivity

was pretty much sunk in a big fetid morass of crappy despair. Jonestown was a lot of things but it sure as hell wasn't no Candyland. I took the rejected message and thought of a

reply that they would never forget. I wrote "she lives next door to the man that lives along the river with his sister." Their frustration might now match my despair. Jonestown had

changed everything - who could keep living normally after witnessing a horror on that scale? I couldn't shake the thought that, if only I had

taken his flute to begin with, he would not have misled all those poor children. But now the horror of it all was too much too live with. So I

did the same thing but played the tone louder. Sound came out of the flute, it was so beautiful that people eyes are on us.

Well, down on the floor at our feet really. It was impossible to avoid stepping on them, and when we did, they made a sickening sound as they splattered. The beautiful music wasn't

appropriate accompaniment to the atrocities we were inflicting. But still we danced, our curls bobbing, the applause of the audience drowning out the death beneath our soles.