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.well I am still alive and breathing after spending my enchanted birthday night flying through the skies, hitting heavens heart and at times feeling as though I was suspended under the ocean with waves crashing around me..

upon approaching the 23 mark, I decided it was time for a good blow out and went about to organise the most cranking and colourful party I could manage set to a 12 hour playlist that was sure to take each and every person on a beautiful journey allowing plateus for one to catch their breath..that was definitely the most enjoyable part of organising..swinging from the tenderness of Ani DiFranco; the all out trip rock of MurderDolls, the beauty of the psychedelic era of The Beatles, the dark dreamy undercurrents of Angelo Bandalamenti, all out chick rock a la
Bikini Kill, the swaggering infusions of ripping guitar via The Kills; the mind elevation of TOOL, and of course lots of the goddess Polly Jean Harvey; i had chills when The Garden played and when Reeling was ripped out just as i was on my ascension, talk about being taken to the moon!

.so everything went well, music was cranking; we had a projector morphing my wall into a psychedelic wonderland of different rivers of colour running into each other(god bless winamp visualisations).....always being organised for once meant that all the psychedelic substances were there waiting, 9 tabs of some kickass LSD and 3 pills of mdma wonder..no surprises what I ingested, being that acid adventures are definitely one of my favourite passions..and what a trip it was

..we all dropped around 9:30ish and come 10 oclock, my house had morphed into a playground in the sky, with the music taking over, the walls dripping with colour and the carpet turning into a murky blue, living and breathing entity that had times had me thiniking I was sinking insidetalk of philosophy and music, every topic imaginable, one of my most fond memories was listening to Electric Ladyland atop of a balcony whilst an errie cloud of mist engulfed the side of the house in the most ethereal way, I felt was though one could fly, Jimis guitar was blowing my mind and the conversation that ensued about how he was just the greatest, about how one wold feel playing like that really open my imagination up to such levels that I was overwhelmed and had to reteat to a place a solitude to gather my senses which were flying about in the cool winter skies.....






..the night disappeared and gave way to an enchanted wonderland vibrating with such love and good times, everyone smiling wide; eyes as big as saucers, grown up kids in love with the very essence of lifeat one point my friends locked me in my wardrobe whilst they unveiled my gifts they had created, I felt so spoiled, my friend Roshanne gave me something that touched me in a place inside that I had never known existed, it really was beautiful, made me surge with such an indescribable sensation that I will never forget..







for much of the rest of the night we layed sprawled out watching the projections, drinking Jack Daniels; smoking cigarettes and a seemingly never-ending supply of Mary-Jane, dancing our asses home, getting lost in photos and pictures on the wall, and riding a musical rollercoaster into the sunrise which ended with us huddling around fresh cups of tea, watching our breath in the cool morning air and laughing as Here Comes the Sun lulled us into the morning and into a peaceful much deserved early morning slumber awakening to the delights of fresh food and berry laden smoothies.such a beautiful trip, a night I will never forget, I feel re-born, clear headed and invigorated










..having found a goldmine of psychedelic mushrooms a few days earlier, and not being one to have much self-control, three of us the next day made some magical hot chocolates and preceded to watch our bodies dissipate as we played board games and got stuck inside Ed Woodon the projection screen, such a buzzy movie to trip out too indeed..this was followed by some much needed food replenishment and one of the biggest sleeps of present memory filled to the brim with dreams of such beautiful and terrifying intensityone thing I learned was that magic mushrooms and computer cables do not mix and we spent what seemed like an enternity of sand through the hour class trying to hook the projector up to the dvd player, with the pins seeming to grow like beanstalks before my very eyeseventually we got there, but phew it was quite the ordeal!!!


...so yes a beautiful weekend indeed, i feel this year is going to be fruitful and filled with exhuberent lashings of lust and lanacy and endless adveture....to quote Katie Suicide.....right now i LOVE LIFE with such an unrelenting passion and it feels so great.....

peace out everyone