Speaker Love for Me

This is a story of a young man who visited London for the first time
I heard about this party on a Sunday afternoon
I'd been up all saturday night and I was raring to go
They said it was in Hackney, in an old abandoned warehouse
And I said what kind of music do they play there
And they told me - Tekno
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!

After walking for hours through the urban sprawl
I finally heard the boom of the soundsystem
And as we turned the corner we saw some strange people - Hangin around
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!

The music was swirling around my head as I wandered into the darkened building
And as I found my way to the dancefloor someone stopped me and said
Take this pill
So I took it and said - What was that
And they said EXSTACY
And then they offered me a line, and I said
What was that (snort) And they said KETAMINE
SO I took it, and then I took some cocaine, and then some speed, and then some acid and then I drank 15 cans of stella
15 CANS OF STELLA
And I stayed until monday night
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!
One night in Hackney

ONE NIGHT IN HACKNEY!!!!!!!!!


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thank you for this weekend. all of you. :)

oh, and I'm moving to Hugo's place next to Atwater metro at the end of the month. :D :D
<3>

Pleez dun bother me, I iz looking @ pr0n

(i miss my computer.)

Not to sound emo or anything, but I kind of miss the days where I was high 24/7 and people's ignorance didn't bother me as much.
I'm sick of hearing the same stories over and over again. The same jokes, the same comebacks, the same giddy laughs at the end of a sentence quoted a little too often.

I've been trying to make sure I didn't have the presence of mind to burst in people's faces and punch them in the gonads before telling them they're douchebags and flying away like superman on meth.
Like at Hitched. I can't remember 90% of the party. I was going in between complete k-tard mode to egotistical coke head mode, but that was all after the drama unfolded (because we <3 drama). Funny enough, I had nothing to do with the whole thing, yet I had GIRLS (yes, GIRLS *shudder*) BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT ON ME. I stayed quietly in my corner while rocking back and forth staring at the floor, all the while thinking:'dooon't touch me, get off, get off, shoo, shoo!'

I've been doing coke too often these last couple of weeks. I mean... once a week but considering the fact that it used to be once every 3-4 months...
bleh.
o_+
Anyways.
On a side note, I forgot how fucking retarded having a crush was. The pixie dust has faded, alas..
*sigh*

Alright, no more emo-ness. It's a beautiful weekend, I hope you're all enjoying it <3.

Trap your Cells

So, like... I'm really bored and I don't feel like doing anything anymore.
*clap*
-clap-

Run in circles.

Paint a Portrait

Vaginal blood, squirt squirt squirt.

I'm Your Love Bug

When you have both your feet on the ground it's hard to make a statement without at least turning heads. 'I think the coke's encrusted in the mirror...', is a head turner. Proceeding to smash the mirror to dust might shock a few. Rolling up a twenty, sticking it in your nose, and snorting the mountain of glass, can result in a trip to the emergency room and/or death.
So remember kids, when a firefly sticks its butt in your eye, blink twice.

I Like to Come on Barbie

Little Bucktooth Annie fed the lepers with some hearts. They ate and ate and ate and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She blushed and fluttered and smiled at all the flowers. That is... 'til Dunkin Donuts opened up.
The lepers combed their hair and quickly danced out of her life, for Dunkin Donuts may be filthy but it's the place to be, alright? Little Annie's heart was shattered and it leaked out of her eyes.. All she was now left with were echoes of drunken slurs.

FLANNEL SHIRTS! WE MUST BUY MORE FLANNEL SHIRTS! AND DANCE TO HAPPY HARDCORE MORE OFTEN.
O___O !!!!!
where are my flannel happy hardcore shirts!!!