Happy Labor Day, workers of the world

Happy Labor Day, folks. Honor the nobility of your labor by doing nothing today. Drop all obsessing, all stressing, all purpose-filled life: have a drink, and for god's sake, get laid. That's what vacations are for. The intimacy of fucking is the individual's bulwark and haven against the power of the state, or something Foucaudian like that. Lodging yourself in the arms of another is the only sure way to experience heaven on earth. You are God when you fuck.