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INSOMNIATIC TENDANCY'S
ETERNAL ACID NIGHTMARES







one of the greatest men ever 2 fucken live.


G G ALLIN


I got family. he's not blood but he minsewell b

yo guy i got ur back anytime im there.


back in the day. the garage was tight.
fucken curtis gots everything all fucked.

fucken curtis




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»CheMicaL Ø RelApsE«
-X---X----X----X---X---X-

Im a tell yah about boy named kris, Their aint nothin in the world that the white boy dont sniff, He loves dem pills but the white pony is still the most chill, Like i said before he'll rail and snort a fucken hill, so when niggas ask whos ripped we yell out KRIS BURY!

by: mike gomes


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LSD


i like the color orange
and metal, death metal, speed metal, heavy metal and pritty much every form of hard rock with masher guitar
THEN there's the techno, trance, house, hardhouse....and pritty much anything a decent D.J. kan spin





P.S. bodom is the fucken bomb

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love You Like A Matador
Life Is Just A Metaphor
Nothing's Fair
Love Is War.
Nothing More
Love You Like A Matador
Nothing More

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MUSHROOMHEAD









Originaly Posted Incodiroy's Blogs
YAs the Christians of the earth believe in the final judgment of mankind, so Do I believe in the Judgment Day of the underground.
I believe there will come a day when each and every raver of the earth shall face their judgment.
Before entering the Golden Gates of Euphoria, each and every raver shall fall to their knees in fear and awe of the uniting Force that is Music.
And the music will ask...
My child did you know me?
Or did you mockingly just recite my lyrics?
And the music will ask...
My child did you dance?
Or were you still as if heavy stones were in your shoes...thus not grooving?
And the music will ask...
My child were you faithful?
Or were you easily swayed into the mainstream river of sin?
And the Music will ask...
My Child did you support your DJ's whom I sent to show you the way?
Or did you bash their playing with an unclean tongue?
And the music will ask...
My child did your heart pound to my beat?
Or was it slowed by the hate that taints the scene?
And the music will ask...
My child did you use the drugs to uplift me?
Or did you abuse them to the point where you were motionless?
And lastly my child did you love your family as if by blood?
Or did you drown in the drama and cause hurt to your scene?
And the raver shall answer all of the above honestly for the music knows the truth.
And if the answers are the good of the two the golden gates will open and the eyes will be delighted at the sight of an [/size]enormous city with not walls made of stone but [/color]towering speakers larger than mountains[/size] encrusted with [/color]Gold and rubies and emeralds, and pounding with a number of watts unthinkable to man. And the dance floors are so inviting as they are made of pearl and call to your feet, and the sound is Crystal clear as it never stops.
This party never ends as it's attendants never grow tired, and their thirsts are quenched by a cold sparkling river who's water runs free and untainted, and the glowsticks never die as the night sky is always dark with thousands of silver stars and no sun will rise to cancel it in all it's glory. And the DJ's all wear halos as they bring the music which brings the vibe that fills each raver with peace and love and respect for one another, for those are the elements that make this party eternal.
And all those who fall short of the glory of the music will be sentenced to the world where the music will no longer be heard and the people will no longer dance. [/size]

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Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy.
Our nourishment of choice is Love.
Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music.
Our currency of choice is knowledge.
Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it
will never be.

You may hate us. You may dismiss us.
You may misunderstand us. You maybe unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us,
because we would never judge you.
We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned.
We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that
transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.

We are The Massive. One Massive.[/i]

We were first drawn by the sound.
From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat
was comparable to a mother's heart
soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there,
in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves,
but to the very music slamming into us
and passing through our souls:
[/size]we are all equal.

And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs,
pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves
to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits.
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us
to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable
joy we felt from creating this magical bubble
that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors,
atrocities, and pollution of the outside world.
It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations
that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses,
or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught,
and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest,
most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces,
we seek to shed ourselves of the burden
of uncertainty for a future you have been
unable to stabilize and secure for us.

We seek to relinquish our inhibitions,
and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints
you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have
tried to indoctrinate us with since the
moment we were born.

Programming that tells us to hate,
that tells us to judge,
that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest
and most convenient pigeon hole possible.
Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you,
jump through hoops, and run through mazes
and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon
you are trying to feed us with,
instead of nourishing ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds,
instead of open them. [/size]

Until the sun rises to burn our eyes
by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us,
we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters
in celebration of our life, of our culture,
and of the values we believe in:

Peace, [/b]Love,[/color] Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,[/color]
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance.
Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging
whatever laws you feel you need to put in place
to stop us from celebrating our existence.

But know that while you may shut down any given party,
on any given night, in any given city,
in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet,
you can [/color]never[/size] shut down the entire party.
You [/size][/color]don't have access to that switch,
no matter [/size][/color]what you may think.
The music will [/size][/color]never stop.
The heartbeat will [/size]never[/color] fade.
The party will [/size]never[/color] end.

I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
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