so im gonna write a blog just for the fuck of it even though no one will read it.
dear blog,
i think i know the reason why no one is reading these random blogs...
i have nothing interesting to say to random people, if i knew the people that read these things then maybe id have something to offer them. But it seems ive got nothing.
PS. i get to miami in 9 days so that awesome cant wait to hit the beach and get rid of this scary white skin color.
5 months on a ski resort will do that to ya i suppose
PPS. if any random person has read this leave a comment and gimme something to write about k thanks
dear blog,
i think i know the reason why no one is reading these random blogs...
i have nothing interesting to say to random people, if i knew the people that read these things then maybe id have something to offer them. But it seems ive got nothing.
PS. i get to miami in 9 days so that awesome cant wait to hit the beach and get rid of this scary white skin color.
5 months on a ski resort will do that to ya i suppose
PPS. if any random person has read this leave a comment and gimme something to write about k thanks
have a read through this, im really interested to see what ppl think of it
The Raver that I am...
Posted: 01/08/2003 4:51am
Heart pumping out energy and the force of hard trance is dwelling inside your very own soul. It is fate that led you here, your friends, and companions. This is what brought you together - the music, the people and the feelingÂ…
You roll up in your ride, people see you, people that you don't know, and the people you see quite often. The moment you turn your car off, you can feel the bass of what's to come trembling on the concrete beneath you. Looking over at your COM padre's, they are already checking if their ready and equipped for the long night ahead. One jumps, the other jumps, and another. You look on as they all jump, and then you jump. Bottle of water in hand, you take a sip to weaken the taste, throw in a piece of Extra to make things all better, making sure that jaw of yours gets a working. Walking towards the front door, the tank of a man asks for your ID card - usually a driver's license. He looks at it, looks up at you, checks once again, and lets you through! You're in!!
Waiting for the others to pass the identification process, you look around to see fluorescent colours of green, blue, pink and yellow. Streamers swing from one corner of the ceiling to another. Feeling good about your self? Each step you take the bass keeps getting harder and harder, as if the mother of all earthquakes had just erupted on the floor beneath you. You arrive to a door way leading to a bar in front of you, the bar chick stares, you look over and she continues to pour drinks for the people that she is serving. Looking around, you see the raver community bustle, moving from side to side, shuffling their worn feet to the sounds of hard-style Trance.
Fluorescent belts and reflective insignias make you more of a star, as long as you can prove yourself on the dance floor. The harder and faster you rock, the more energy you pour into your moves and the more co-ordination you have as a raver, the more of a social life you will have. Later on as the night progresses, you start feeling a little less for wear, you reach into your pocket, reaching inside deeper and deeper, till you find a bag, with a pill inside it. Looking around to see if any under cover police are around, you slowly make your way to the toilet. Walking in to find yourself waiting in a queue like everyone else. One raver walks out, taking a sip of his bottled water that he just filled up from the tap. You move up in the queue, finally it's your turn, close the door behind you, you can hear people walking in and out of the toilet, bass booms, bass weakens. Open your little bag of goodies, taking out the pill that's waiting to be consumed. You take half, and save the other for later on. Walk out and sip your bottled water. Door swings open, lights and lasers flash before your eyes, the beat is making its way inside your body again.
20 minutes, 40 minutes passes, you can feel it kick in. Bang it hits you, just a bit harder this time, you feel your feet shuffling, moving your body to the beat, banging. Faster and faster your heart thuds inside your chest, harder the trance tells you to go. Sweat pours from your pimple ridden forehead, you jump and spin, your mind doesn't care at all at this point. You are in a zone, tunnel vision, as nothing can stop you. A tap on the shoulder ruins your winning streak with the sound, a voice with no face shouts in your ear, "Can you get any pills?" and you return fire, "NO!!" and move away towards the light. Again, another person ruins your frame of mind, the answer is "NO!!!"
A good 2 hours passes, you slow down and take a breather, walking out of the club, you reach in to your overgrown pockets, and search for your ultra small mobile phone, and check the time, daylight will be here soon. You look up into the sky to see the last of the falling stars disintegrate into the atmosphere. You find your ride, open the door, sit your ass down and shut the door. You stop and pause, just a whining sound is pitching in your ear. Wind the window down for air. As cool as it maybe, it should suffice. You can't have everything. Sitting there and you start to think, the drug makes you think, it makes you think many things. Did you look good tonight? Were there people in that place that didn't like me? Are my friends okay? It's free time on your mobile, you call one mate just to make sure she's okay and you ask to see if the others are okay too. Everything's good, but why do you feel so bad? You start to think again. Wondering if this I just the drug doing it, or you are really paranoid. Another hour passes, and you are still in the same place, haven't moved an inch, your phone rings, mates telling you that they are coming down to chill with you. All of them get inside, and by the time you all feel like rocking again, you find yourself driving home. Two of your friends decide to fall asleep, one keeps you company on the ride home, trying to put one sentence together gives the impression that you've been through speech therapy. No one understands you, and all you hear from the person sitting next to you is a bunch mixed up sounds and gargles. You look at your speedometer and see that you are doing the speed limit. But why does it feel so slow? You keep a steady pace, feeling that your body is now ready to go into REM mode. You drop 2 off, and the last. The worst part of your journey is yet to come - the lonely drive home. Sitting there hearing your engine revving, you try hard to find the friction point and the only thing that's keeping you up is changing gears. Body shutting down - you arrive at your final destination - Home.
Making your way inside, you hope no one hears your footsteps. Close the door behind you, the comfort of your own space. This is your palace, your sanctuary, your room. Taking off the clothes that were once clean and sparkling, are now draped with fragments of the air from the club from whence you came. You look and feel your hands - filthy. Driver's license, cash, and recovery passes get thrown on the bedside table. Reach into the other pocket to find that little bag with that half devoured pill. You stare at it, mind opens up to thought - "I completely forgot about you."
You retire, warm, safe and alive. This is the Raver that I am...
The Raver that I am...
Posted: 01/08/2003 4:51am
Heart pumping out energy and the force of hard trance is dwelling inside your very own soul. It is fate that led you here, your friends, and companions. This is what brought you together - the music, the people and the feelingÂ…
You roll up in your ride, people see you, people that you don't know, and the people you see quite often. The moment you turn your car off, you can feel the bass of what's to come trembling on the concrete beneath you. Looking over at your COM padre's, they are already checking if their ready and equipped for the long night ahead. One jumps, the other jumps, and another. You look on as they all jump, and then you jump. Bottle of water in hand, you take a sip to weaken the taste, throw in a piece of Extra to make things all better, making sure that jaw of yours gets a working. Walking towards the front door, the tank of a man asks for your ID card - usually a driver's license. He looks at it, looks up at you, checks once again, and lets you through! You're in!!
Waiting for the others to pass the identification process, you look around to see fluorescent colours of green, blue, pink and yellow. Streamers swing from one corner of the ceiling to another. Feeling good about your self? Each step you take the bass keeps getting harder and harder, as if the mother of all earthquakes had just erupted on the floor beneath you. You arrive to a door way leading to a bar in front of you, the bar chick stares, you look over and she continues to pour drinks for the people that she is serving. Looking around, you see the raver community bustle, moving from side to side, shuffling their worn feet to the sounds of hard-style Trance.
Fluorescent belts and reflective insignias make you more of a star, as long as you can prove yourself on the dance floor. The harder and faster you rock, the more energy you pour into your moves and the more co-ordination you have as a raver, the more of a social life you will have. Later on as the night progresses, you start feeling a little less for wear, you reach into your pocket, reaching inside deeper and deeper, till you find a bag, with a pill inside it. Looking around to see if any under cover police are around, you slowly make your way to the toilet. Walking in to find yourself waiting in a queue like everyone else. One raver walks out, taking a sip of his bottled water that he just filled up from the tap. You move up in the queue, finally it's your turn, close the door behind you, you can hear people walking in and out of the toilet, bass booms, bass weakens. Open your little bag of goodies, taking out the pill that's waiting to be consumed. You take half, and save the other for later on. Walk out and sip your bottled water. Door swings open, lights and lasers flash before your eyes, the beat is making its way inside your body again.
20 minutes, 40 minutes passes, you can feel it kick in. Bang it hits you, just a bit harder this time, you feel your feet shuffling, moving your body to the beat, banging. Faster and faster your heart thuds inside your chest, harder the trance tells you to go. Sweat pours from your pimple ridden forehead, you jump and spin, your mind doesn't care at all at this point. You are in a zone, tunnel vision, as nothing can stop you. A tap on the shoulder ruins your winning streak with the sound, a voice with no face shouts in your ear, "Can you get any pills?" and you return fire, "NO!!" and move away towards the light. Again, another person ruins your frame of mind, the answer is "NO!!!"
A good 2 hours passes, you slow down and take a breather, walking out of the club, you reach in to your overgrown pockets, and search for your ultra small mobile phone, and check the time, daylight will be here soon. You look up into the sky to see the last of the falling stars disintegrate into the atmosphere. You find your ride, open the door, sit your ass down and shut the door. You stop and pause, just a whining sound is pitching in your ear. Wind the window down for air. As cool as it maybe, it should suffice. You can't have everything. Sitting there and you start to think, the drug makes you think, it makes you think many things. Did you look good tonight? Were there people in that place that didn't like me? Are my friends okay? It's free time on your mobile, you call one mate just to make sure she's okay and you ask to see if the others are okay too. Everything's good, but why do you feel so bad? You start to think again. Wondering if this I just the drug doing it, or you are really paranoid. Another hour passes, and you are still in the same place, haven't moved an inch, your phone rings, mates telling you that they are coming down to chill with you. All of them get inside, and by the time you all feel like rocking again, you find yourself driving home. Two of your friends decide to fall asleep, one keeps you company on the ride home, trying to put one sentence together gives the impression that you've been through speech therapy. No one understands you, and all you hear from the person sitting next to you is a bunch mixed up sounds and gargles. You look at your speedometer and see that you are doing the speed limit. But why does it feel so slow? You keep a steady pace, feeling that your body is now ready to go into REM mode. You drop 2 off, and the last. The worst part of your journey is yet to come - the lonely drive home. Sitting there hearing your engine revving, you try hard to find the friction point and the only thing that's keeping you up is changing gears. Body shutting down - you arrive at your final destination - Home.
Making your way inside, you hope no one hears your footsteps. Close the door behind you, the comfort of your own space. This is your palace, your sanctuary, your room. Taking off the clothes that were once clean and sparkling, are now draped with fragments of the air from the club from whence you came. You look and feel your hands - filthy. Driver's license, cash, and recovery passes get thrown on the bedside table. Reach into the other pocket to find that little bag with that half devoured pill. You stare at it, mind opens up to thought - "I completely forgot about you."
You retire, warm, safe and alive. This is the Raver that I am...
soooo..... its fucking freezing again and im getting really sick of it.
i wanna be somewhere that is warmn sunny at least for a couple weeks or something
any ideas? hehe
oh i know i know
MIAMI
yeh miami!!!
someone buy me a ticket
i wanna be somewhere that is warmn sunny at least for a couple weeks or something
any ideas? hehe
oh i know i know
MIAMI
yeh miami!!!
someone buy me a ticket
random pill blog...
for some unknown reason i just remembered a word that i made up about 3 years ago
skunted; (scattered and munted)(at the same time)
FYI i just had a pill and im great hehe \
thanks for listeniing or even reading
k thnx bye
for some unknown reason i just remembered a word that i made up about 3 years ago
skunted; (scattered and munted)(at the same time)
FYI i just had a pill and im great hehe \
thanks for listeniing or even reading
k thnx bye
so ive been in the SG chat room for a good 5 hours at least and now i have to go to work with no sleep (nothing new) but anyhoo SG chat room can be boring at times but so much fun at the same time lol
look at me ramble on now...
looking forward to getting to work and not being able to go online while sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours
that'll do for now then i think
smile
look at me ramble on now...
looking forward to getting to work and not being able to go online while sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours
that'll do for now then i think
smile
suicidegirls alternative chatroom
i set up a chat room on paltalk and would love to get some fresh faces in there
just click the link and it will open up a web version of paltalk and it should be fun
i set up a chat room on paltalk and would love to get some fresh faces in there
just click the link and it will open up a web version of paltalk and it should be fun
dear diary.... who the fuck do you think you are man seriously talking about me behind my back to people that i dont even know like you know me. I seriously cant believe you could do this to me. I trusted you with my most sharded/scattered/fried/meaningful thoughts and rants such as this one. I know they had no real meaning but fuck does it look like this entry has a point at all? No thats right, no point at all.....
see this is what im talking about, now anyone who had to sit there and read this because of you has just wasted there precious diary entry time. which we both know is an essential part of the day like eating and sleeping etc.
ok so from now mr diary, that is if you really are a mister, you shall not waste these lovely peoples time. GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD
lets see how many people we got to read all that. hahhaa go mr diary i love you and you know i couldnt stay mad at you. thanks for letting me back into your life after so long i hope i fulfil all your expectations of me this year. xoxo
see this is what im talking about, now anyone who had to sit there and read this because of you has just wasted there precious diary entry time. which we both know is an essential part of the day like eating and sleeping etc.
ok so from now mr diary, that is if you really are a mister, you shall not waste these lovely peoples time. GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD
lets see how many people we got to read all that. hahhaa go mr diary i love you and you know i couldnt stay mad at you. thanks for letting me back into your life after so long i hope i fulfil all your expectations of me this year. xoxo
LOVE YOU BRO ONE YEAR TO DATE
diggers part 1
Will loves vaginal thrush........yep..... anyway now i can start my blog.
ferraly raped, the way i should be, like the old days, you like football... what do you like? ----CRACK PIPESSSSS----, anzac day fucking celebrations LETS fucking forget what we promised. at my house going the opposite way, would you tell the truth just so you can say, fuck i told you the truth, or lie once to help someone who cant help themselves? how long have you been smokin CRANKL for? ... who the fuck cares..
tunnel vision.
you slept last year didnt you?
im on a break.
:: Willz enters..-- Question whats a beady indian want? - The brand name of what jocks ur wearing. ::
A nigga and an indian jump off a cliff... who benefits?
wobblin' wobblin'.....
go burn a fatty ass.
what do you call a black man up a tree with a suitcase wearing a suit? A BRANCH MANAGER...
koota roota.
The wheel barrow walk chained to a bed on all fours. The swimming coach from Slovakia witnesses his first blow out at Oaks on Market. The ice epidemic leads to
line of k for a blowie? killer was born to a 3 legged bitch of a mother.
here's a guy chained to a wheelbarrow. BLOG.CHAFE
marsha+wilz
to be continued as this night continues.
______________________________________________________________
diggers part 2
from the makers of "diggers part 1".
slowly pumping the rusty fucking petrol pump in moorabin, first choice in convienience.. my ass you fucking paki.
what will Marsha and Willz be like in 10 years? they will be same. but different. ...justin timberlake pumping, crusing down nepean highway looking for a wireless connection. IF THAT AINT LOVE I DONT KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSSS. take a look at my twin brother-hes the only 1 i got.
has anyone got a nail cutter.. coz shit grows too fast my and i cant type right now..anyway gotta log on to myspace.. so a fan can read my blog.. brb.
rendeng by blong.
mind gone blank - like empty seedless.. non growing biological membrane - .
________________
Its all about the word Challenge. - What is a challenge? Its something that you have to work for and finally it will reward u with satisfaction.
we can't seem to find this.. this so called "CHALLENGE." - in our eyes its all the same - every cunt is the same. No one will step up to the plate to at least have a go at challenging us. We'll tell you why.. its because they all already know that they have lost. Nothing or should we say no one can do this.
If by chance anyone can find "us" a challenge please let us know. We'd be happy to meet them and see if personal stash is worth thrashing.
-Intermission-
RENG DENG DENG DENG DENG....
::FERAL LUV TRANQ::
ferral:
love:
tranq'd
_________________________________________________
diggers part 3
Current mood: FERALLY TRANQ'D
back by popular demand, diggers returns, guest featuring Steph, and of course the original diggers, Marsha & Willz.
:: Chopped in Half - let the blood spill from you bowels :: - Vitamin E Skin Cleansing lotion is directly applied via the suns rays ::
---- PAGE BREAK ---
"thats fine" - says the steroid boy as he bashes the $100 bag with cutters in between a 10ml charge and being overly paranoid about every aspect of his life. in between the daily blowout and protein overload, steroid boy still manages to keep an eye on all his main ladies and also all 360 degrees around his preperty using state of the art surveilance equipment.
---- PAGE BREAK ----
Kwit real player all the good lookin women have a burn if you got long burns in your pipe... can i get a halfa. frosty as fuck in the night. whereis.com does not work install a hard drive!!
W.. [wideband digital]--- REQUIEM --- delfin thats a fair fucking drive kunt.
is it a noun? is it a verb? or is it a crackpipe?
will + marsha-- is gonna die for making me drive for over an hour to bring them crack.
balls tearing the end..
Two sausages are in a pan. One looks at the other and says "god it's hot in here, and the other sausage says "OH MY GOD IT'S A TALKING SAUSAGE."
PrInCe HaBiBuS ShArD HoUsE <-- im in year 10 again with the alternating from the upper and lower case n things understand this california stuff -
i love chicks in uniform, especially paramedics.
"bloody blowouts"
: : number 9 shard 5 : : enquire within Christina Aguilera's womb (below).
------------
in conclusion of the final edition of diggers, when you are in fact a WEAK FUCK whose only way to stop smoking so much crack is being an absolute hermit, then try a little bit harder to be a hermit. weeks of good work got undone in just 2 seconds resulting in a LetsFuckinFry&Bake Festival, featuring Koota Shard & Mary Jane, and the only thing you can really do now is continue frying at GroundZero on a thursday night like an unemployed cunt, or do your head in at home and try to sleep WHICH WONT HAPPEN WHICH WILL RESULT IN YOU WANTING MORE CRACK WHICH WILL THEN CARRY INTO THE WEEKEND AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENS THEN.
:: You are not the one that controls your actions anymore - something else, elusive takes over, something really dark, deep and dirty. Although you subconsciously know whats causing these involuntary spasms of chafe - you do not want to admit to yourself, that in fact it is really you that is doing all of this consciously. ::
****
xox
diggers part 1
Will loves vaginal thrush........yep..... anyway now i can start my blog.
ferraly raped, the way i should be, like the old days, you like football... what do you like? ----CRACK PIPESSSSS----, anzac day fucking celebrations LETS fucking forget what we promised. at my house going the opposite way, would you tell the truth just so you can say, fuck i told you the truth, or lie once to help someone who cant help themselves? how long have you been smokin CRANKL for? ... who the fuck cares..
tunnel vision.
you slept last year didnt you?
im on a break.
:: Willz enters..-- Question whats a beady indian want? - The brand name of what jocks ur wearing. ::
A nigga and an indian jump off a cliff... who benefits?
wobblin' wobblin'.....
go burn a fatty ass.
what do you call a black man up a tree with a suitcase wearing a suit? A BRANCH MANAGER...
koota roota.
The wheel barrow walk chained to a bed on all fours. The swimming coach from Slovakia witnesses his first blow out at Oaks on Market. The ice epidemic leads to
line of k for a blowie? killer was born to a 3 legged bitch of a mother.
here's a guy chained to a wheelbarrow. BLOG.CHAFE
marsha+wilz
to be continued as this night continues.
______________________________________________________________
diggers part 2
from the makers of "diggers part 1".
slowly pumping the rusty fucking petrol pump in moorabin, first choice in convienience.. my ass you fucking paki.
what will Marsha and Willz be like in 10 years? they will be same. but different. ...justin timberlake pumping, crusing down nepean highway looking for a wireless connection. IF THAT AINT LOVE I DONT KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSSS. take a look at my twin brother-hes the only 1 i got.
has anyone got a nail cutter.. coz shit grows too fast my and i cant type right now..anyway gotta log on to myspace.. so a fan can read my blog.. brb.
rendeng by blong.
mind gone blank - like empty seedless.. non growing biological membrane - .
________________
Its all about the word Challenge. - What is a challenge? Its something that you have to work for and finally it will reward u with satisfaction.
we can't seem to find this.. this so called "CHALLENGE." - in our eyes its all the same - every cunt is the same. No one will step up to the plate to at least have a go at challenging us. We'll tell you why.. its because they all already know that they have lost. Nothing or should we say no one can do this.
If by chance anyone can find "us" a challenge please let us know. We'd be happy to meet them and see if personal stash is worth thrashing.
-Intermission-
RENG DENG DENG DENG DENG....
::FERAL LUV TRANQ::
ferral:
love:
tranq'd
_________________________________________________
diggers part 3
Current mood: FERALLY TRANQ'D
back by popular demand, diggers returns, guest featuring Steph, and of course the original diggers, Marsha & Willz.
:: Chopped in Half - let the blood spill from you bowels :: - Vitamin E Skin Cleansing lotion is directly applied via the suns rays ::
---- PAGE BREAK ---
"thats fine" - says the steroid boy as he bashes the $100 bag with cutters in between a 10ml charge and being overly paranoid about every aspect of his life. in between the daily blowout and protein overload, steroid boy still manages to keep an eye on all his main ladies and also all 360 degrees around his preperty using state of the art surveilance equipment.
---- PAGE BREAK ----
Kwit real player all the good lookin women have a burn if you got long burns in your pipe... can i get a halfa. frosty as fuck in the night. whereis.com does not work install a hard drive!!
W.. [wideband digital]--- REQUIEM --- delfin thats a fair fucking drive kunt.
is it a noun? is it a verb? or is it a crackpipe?
will + marsha-- is gonna die for making me drive for over an hour to bring them crack.
balls tearing the end..
Two sausages are in a pan. One looks at the other and says "god it's hot in here, and the other sausage says "OH MY GOD IT'S A TALKING SAUSAGE."
PrInCe HaBiBuS ShArD HoUsE <-- im in year 10 again with the alternating from the upper and lower case n things understand this california stuff -
i love chicks in uniform, especially paramedics.
"bloody blowouts"
: : number 9 shard 5 : : enquire within Christina Aguilera's womb (below).
------------
in conclusion of the final edition of diggers, when you are in fact a WEAK FUCK whose only way to stop smoking so much crack is being an absolute hermit, then try a little bit harder to be a hermit. weeks of good work got undone in just 2 seconds resulting in a LetsFuckinFry&Bake Festival, featuring Koota Shard & Mary Jane, and the only thing you can really do now is continue frying at GroundZero on a thursday night like an unemployed cunt, or do your head in at home and try to sleep WHICH WONT HAPPEN WHICH WILL RESULT IN YOU WANTING MORE CRACK WHICH WILL THEN CARRY INTO THE WEEKEND AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENS THEN.
:: You are not the one that controls your actions anymore - something else, elusive takes over, something really dark, deep and dirty. Although you subconsciously know whats causing these involuntary spasms of chafe - you do not want to admit to yourself, that in fact it is really you that is doing all of this consciously. ::
****
xox
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