Every time I take ecstasy I come out of it a little bit moar gay... :/

such is the burden of cheap love and abundant cuddles; c'est la vie

good mdma has been hard to come by the past year but it's really flooding the streets now - the vibes are up and the beats dropped

between friday night and sunday morning I got through about 8,000ug of good acid, a gram and a half of coke and ten beige euros - The the end of that I was so fucking mashed I could barely mix; and for a brief period was convinced I had developed magical powers. Two close friends and two epic fucking parties; and a couple of important lessons:

1. Coke ain't worth the price
2. Never leave the decks unattended
3. I am a drug god, worship and fuck me

I am now closer with several people then I ever thought possible - The wonderful Miss bailey and the Vision of innocence Anastasia - Not to mention taking the time to explore who I really in in greater depth with Jimmy and Sam. I am yet again reminded at how much better off the world would be if, instead of (what I estimate to be) roughly 40% of the population going out on a friday night, getting drunk and looking for a rumble; they stayed home or went to a friend's place with a little clean acid, or ecstasy, or just some mull. Think of the savings in medical support from the government - How much cash is poured into hospitals to deal with alcohol-related injuries every year?

Srsly, put down the goon and buy some pills. The worst you'll ever really do while eccied up is maybe strip naked and start grinding onto a lightpole - Embarassing, but hardly fatal.

select frequency;
direct subsonic basswave tightbeam to the spleen
the drug persephone, step up and roll with me
pancreatic symphony in endocrine harmony

MELBOURNEITES - WANT A BANGING PSY PARTY AT A WICKED PRICE?

Hosted By:
Sonic Circus

When:
Friday, 16 October 2009

Where:
Brown Alley
Corner King & Londsale Streets
Melbourne
3000

Description:
SONIC CIRCUS: REDUX - FRIDAY THE 16TH OF OCTOBER @ Brown Alley, Melbourne.

Featuring: THE CONTROL ZEDS – Live (Highly Evolved Music/Voice of Cod), HEFTY OUTPUT (Doof Records), THIAGO MIRANDA (Brazil/Melbourne), KidTrip, Glacial, Generator + More.

Venue: Brown Alley downstairs, corner of King & Lonsdale streets, Melbourne. Price: $5.

Killer artists for next to nothing. Be there.

Click Here To View Event

ANGEL

text me to remind me to tell you about Sonic Circus.

i'm going to bed. what a hectic fucking weekend :)

moar to come when I wake up and can figure out where the fuck all that acid and cocaine went

gravely grieving griffin

i have a dream.

that one day; the air will be thick with the bitter grey ashes of fallen empires

a million hearts and minds; cut short of voice and spread to the wind

sown into the incinerators

and reaped from the sky in tactile, greasy clouds

the lurking fear

But there's no way that I could know what you've experienced, right? I couldn't possibly feel that need. Like a thousand hiding voices whispering "this is who you are". And you fight the pressure. The growing need rising like a wave. Prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. But the whispering gets louder, until they're screaming "now!" And it's the only voice you hear. The only voice you want to hear. And you belong to it. To this... shadow self. To this... Dark Passenger.

i'm scared of what I'm becoming. no drug; no addiction; no touch of a woman could ever come close. No rush, no balls, no fear. No crying, no emotion.

no fear. no fear at all.

that's why I need yours.

and one way or another; i'm going to draw it out of you.

Fourteen year olds...

give excellent head.

concurrent connection and disconnection;

the noetic lightning rod of blinding electric truth.

it's an organic crystalline substance used as a focusing matrix for trans-resonating dimensional flux patterns; specifically with regard to the precession and oscillation of our three dimensions and their intersection at right angles to the remaining eighteen; allowing their inhabitants to be visualised and interacted with on our plane.

the precise nature of it's crystalline strucure is highly variable, and very difficult to directly divine and define... if we could; we could slowly grow a focusing array on macroscale; large enough in fact for us to to follow them back to the machine world.

if you want to say something to my face

please do so.

additionally: if I no longer write about the colour in my life; it's because it had long since bled out and left grey; ragged cloth where the emporer's silk once wrapped my memory

and shielded it from the cold and bitter wind that now creeps about my mind.

a brief flash of enlightenment

and a month's lessons come crashing down

i don't think i take enough time to acknowledge

the people in my life other then myself and those who hurt me.

I just wanted to say how much I love Jimmeh and Sam, I just had the best night out with them. They're people who I've been friends with, tripping with, partying with for about two years now and they've always been here for me when I needed it. They're also probably the two people who've been reading my blog regularly the longest.

Jamie - You're the best; man - You're somebody i can talk to about music, games, drugs, computers... Almost anything. We need to have a LAN somtime, and i hope your traineeship stays going as well as it did your first week

Sam - Love you so much doll; you're such fun to party with and i can always count on you to make jamie wait around while we have a cigarette :) Love your new hair; you know how I feel about scene girls ^^ -melts-

don't ever go anywhere guys; and don't eve hesitate to ask if you ever need anything.

fucking ecstasy making me all mushy and woman feelings.

HERE. COMES. THE. NOISE

i am sharpening my fish hooks; polishing my boots

the fires of the war machine are being stoked, uruk-hai are growing in the concrete embryo of the city

waiting for tarmac vagina to split and tear, spewing molten hate into my city, OUR city

red-hot glowing shards of glass; hot on my tongue and in my lungs. feel it bubble and boil, blood giggling with anticipation

i have been given purpose

by the vixen, a goddess scorned

i will be the instrument of her divine wrath

scalpel insurgency at ninety miles an hour

I am precisely the kind of bastard you don't want directed agaisnt you

to be explicitly honest; I'm not tremendously fussed either way

but she asked me

so i will kill for her.

TARGET LOCKED

take back the streets

be afraid; be very afraid.

I'm sick of all you narrowminded racist cunts.

If you honestly consider that some random slice of genetic encoding which primarily affects a) melanin count

and b) the presence or lack of an epicanthic structure

has ANYTHING to do with an individuals intelligence or worth as a human being

then you need to shoot yourself right in the fucking face and stop diluting all the worthwhile sperm (i.e, mine) from fertilising your girlfriend's ova.

Race is irrelevant.

culture, on the other hand...

There are a lot of foreign countries who bring up their children to me narrow minded unimagianative religious zealots; or in ethnic subcentres (particualrly in western cities) aka 'ghettos' that teach kids that yeah, it's all good to fucking bottle that cunt with an empty 40oz so you can buy some dope with his lunch money.

he wasn't showin you RESPECK, FOO'.

Where am i going with this?

Your RACE is irrelevant. Your CULTURE is the problem. Your RELIGION is the problem.

Don't hate on someone for being black; hate on them for being a nigger.

know what I'm saying?

if you are an african american, productive member of society who behaves rationally and within the grounds of moral law (i.e; you don't know around raping and shooting everyone you see) then we have no problem.

if you are a nigger who likes to wear four troy ounces of fake gold around his neck and carry a glock concealed in his anal sphincter

then you should probably also be shot so i can cotninue fucking your girlfriend as well.

discuss: the implications of race vs religion, perception and association. if you are a man of middle-eastern descent, are you a muslim? Do you beat your wife and haet democracy and apple pie and the white woman's freedom?

i don't know, go ask them yourself.

Just because something can be filmed, does not mean you should put it on youtube

Can you imagine the sheer mass of data of CRAP that people upload to youtube that will get maybe five or ten views over three years?

or even, just the inane crap which gets millions of views but is just utter gobshite?

Youtube is pretty cool, but fuck me dead I cannot for the life of me divine the logical thought train that made this cunt think this was a good idea to film and upload.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3f-5Z_4RZc

I WANNA GO ON FUCKING TOUR

Oh, who booked the flights this early?
(it was you Tim!)
I don't know, I point the finger at the shoestring.
Cop a red eye all night, oh that's not a new thing
its all part of the fun, the lose sleep touring

its amusing in retrospect

don't forget to check what state were playing
is it daylight savings?
Now the airports in Queensland, the sociocom?

oh man were we wrong?

Yeah, we're supposed to be on.

Oh messed up north
but not the straight out of Brizzie gig
you know the one?
yeah right I recall that night
that almost got us electrified
the water level flowing
round the wires and the leads yet the show kept going!

that reminds me of the toilets overflowing at the Cambridge
not enough security
they understocked the bar fridge
a step away from carnage, we rocked it with lights?
Then I stepped to the manager to see how we got paid and he said

(it's a charity event tonight that's Shelley behind the bar...)
(you know the bar staffs not getting paid n neither r u)

I'll tell you a story
when your ears ring in the morning,
some parts of my head are hurting
i've been woken up too early
and we'll sail off on the same routine
onto another night running on diminished steam
We gotta pay the devil or we could lose everything

Do you remember the prosthetic leg?
(man how can I forget?)
she took it off and wanted us to sign it
she was fresh from the UK on a drum and bass odyssey
she said she had another one
signed by the prodigy
oh shit that takes me to pyramid
(you got legless!)
yeah I popped my knee mid-set
Oh well we couldn't get a chair
so I hobbled to the end and got some medicine
(you mean the warm beer that they sent?)

When activists
acid trips
teepees in Tassie
oh your talking bout the forest festival?
(Yeah exactly!)
we lost our minds and found them in time to play
at roughly 6 in the morning
and that was a Monday!

what about the sunny coast ghost?
all the kids that we saw by the side of the road
motionless with the glow
like the village of the damned up in Coolham
maybe they think we are here to school them

I'll tell you a story
when your ears ring in the morning,
some parts of my head are hurting
i've been woken up too early
and we'll sail off on the same routine
onto another night running on diminished steam
We gotta pay the devil or we could lose everything

I don't even have the stomach for the same old
I don't even have the legs for the same old
I don't even have the head for the same old for the same old, for the same old
I don't even have the bread for the same old, for the same old, for the same old

BRING ME MOAR SPACE SLUTS

i have a driving need to sleep with as many triple-breasted whores dripping in their own pan-galatic lube as I can fit into my bed.

I want miniskirts, fishnet stockings on tentacles and unspeakably tiny tops.

and also a robot blowjob machine.

and lots of ecstasy.




aaaaaargghggzzzzz

-dripping noises-

maybe it's just the moonlight; but you're looking awful good for a corpse

doctor of trance and the red carpet earth
where dead girls dance on the mud-soaked plain
ecstasy angels spit blood in the dark
here in the garden of earthly remains

a dozen dope fiends hypnotised in the rain
listen, bass hammers nail into eardrum tree
go for your guns; turntables aflame
and scratch records till the vinyl bleeds

Chaos in Metropila

It takes a special brand of bastard to pull on a pair of steel-toed boots every morning and then go to work, saying, in all effect "I am a willing foot soldier for small minded religious imperialism and xenophobia and I think that people who smoke marijuana deserve to go to jail."

I am talking, of course, about the police.

Now, I'm not saying they should be abolished. They provide a critical service - Junkyard bulldogs and tame monsters; kept on society's leash and released onto the murderers, rapists and thieves - Sent to tear a softball-sized chunk of hamstring out of the legs of madmen and scum.

But you gotta keep em on their toes. A complacent society is a society ripe for overthrow by communists, dogfuckers, or the japanese. The solution? Test their limits.

Go out tonight and head to the pub. Buy a packet of cigarettes and a scotch. Finish them both in less then an hour and go wander around a darker part of town. Not dark enough that you're going to get mugged for your bus pass and iPod, but bad enough that the cops regularly roll through.

Then, first one you see. Walk up to him. Look him in the eyes and stare him down. State, in no uncertain terms:

"I want to fight you."

The pig's instinct will be to reach for his pepper spray (or gun, depending on how fucking insane you look).

Slap his hand away and say again.

"I want to fight you. not your gun, not your mace. Don't try and pull that pussy fucking escalation of force bullshit. This a level playing field. I want to fight you. No belt, no shoes. just you and me in the gutter."

Give him about thirty seconds to think this through before spear tackling him into a lamp post.

This will, I feel, be a great benefit to society. If there was a legal oppurtunity to contest parking tickets and civil torts in a gladitorial arena rather then a court of law, I think we'd all be a lot happier. You wouldn't have to pay for a lawyer, and you could put a trident through that jupped up scrap of frogshit who wrote you up for being drunk and disorderly. The cases would move through a lot faster as well. A father could eke out reveenge on his daughters rapist/killer with a ball-peen hammer or pin him to a wall with a javelin.

this is my soapbox

i can feel current backed up in the diodes down my left-hand side

silicone popping, mucles twitching in the shortcircuit fury - signals, sparks in my eyes flickering to the music

sine waves trace on the far side of my brain

i am wired incorrectly

waking state. Dream world? real noise

the deviant flux lines of my reality skew my already fundemantelly skewed
sliver of broken needle

floating in a magnetic moral puddle

of indignation

disssociation

and bitter, ugly ego duels.

so i think i've come to the conclusion

that sometimes i say things just because i thing it's a beautiful turn of phrase

even I only mean it in the moment

because I wanted to hear it said aloud;

or see it written down

and that i don't think I know what's real anymore

and what is imagined, complex constructions of an ugly mind

sorry, scratch that

I know what is real.

i just don't know who is real

myself

or others

Asheru and the Irish Sinners.

I am the stone that builder refused
I am the visual
The inspiration
That made lady sing the blues

I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark
that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right

I am the ballot in your box
The bullet in your gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother son
The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won

ANYONE WHO SAID THAT DOGS SHOULD NOT TAKE ACID

was certainly not a dog on acid
(lol what's up patches ^^)



like if all drugs had a colour

acid would be an electric purple with green dendritic sparks

ectasy would be a glowing, humming pastel pink

and psilocybin mushrooms would be a royal, warm blue melting into ochre - smooth and deep and slow

STOP HATING ON SCENE KIDS.

I like scene girls. I dunno. it's a horrible affliction of mine. I mean, their music is shitful to tears but they just make me melt.

They look like a whole bucket of drug fucked guttercrazy

and i can't help but find that attractive.

ecstasy mingling with marshmallows in my mug of hot cocoa

these suicide attempts have to stop.
we all know you're too selfish to ever actually hurt yourself.

FICTION.

beast of burden with the little intricacies
beat the warden, written incoherencies

drawing my attention;; grab and grasp
moan and gasp

will she ever really be free?

will she ever run to me?

my mouth dries to think of her
and, and
with every blistered gum
with every swollen joint

i lie in bed awake and wait

grinding my teeth
to this joke of fate

~don't call me a junkie,
I'm no man's monkey

~don't call me a junkie,
I'm no man's monkey

tokyo neon orgasms

i have run out of energy with which to hate people with

no more heavy drugs for a while. no more anger and mind games.

no more being 'that guy'.

i need to sort my shit out already; fuck.

I miss highschool. When did I stop wanting to be a punk rock star? Fuck...

The band has stopped the night is young...
This bar is closed but there'll be more to come...
She whispered softly. "I don't wanna be alone...
Can me and all my friends come back for cones?

I called ahead I felt so cheap
Just to make sure my grandma's sound asleep
I shoulda noticed that her look was kinda smug
She only wants me coz I got the drugs

My mouth was dry my knees were weak
She held my hand as we walked down the street
I didn't give a shit she got my first name wrong
She only wants me for my Bucket Bong
She only wants me for my Bucket Bong

And when we're at home I'm feeling scared
Coz there's no bucket, sink or (vessel?) anywhere
And if she wants a bucket I'll have the last laugh
And she'll hafta have it with me in the bath
She'll hafta have it with me in the bath
She only wants me coz I got the drugs....

i think I'm a little odd

one of my favourite activities these days

is getting thoroughly torched on ecstasy at home

puking violently

listening to dubstep and reading crime novels.

^^ love life.

penrith mood organ

unstoppable basslines for the fresh faced raver
quaver, waver sine wave flavour
can't stop the wriggle the wobble wobble saviour
dubchunk step off and melt down,
rebound and resound
project mental subwoofer like charles xavier
mutant live driver; teflon and paper
copper wrap coil and current to save ya

who's got a cigarette, I quit splitting shit
is this really the crux of it?

gorefiend

heheh.

the hunt is on.

at last, worthy prey.

our weapons were our instruments; made from timber and steel

terahertz eyes
wobble flies, high as a kite
heart flutter - beat touch
jaw bounce and tongue writhe

she has the lips that lie, they say "never"
but you can hear her heart beat "maybe"
the smile, the smile

the smile that lies
the legs that quiver at her very sight

she says I have the face of a jazz saxophonist
and she loves me.