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my friend (mattyparsons) and i were in Tower Records the other day and we found an Oakenfold album: Perfecto Presents Traveling, which came out this year. i'd never heard of it before, nor any tracks off it. am i just completely oblivious of what's going on? does anyone know when this year it was released and how it is? or does anyone have any tracks from it they could send me? i was going to buy it, but it was either that or S&D, which i ended up not going to anyway

someone already brought this song up before, but no one ID'd it. so, just wondering if anyone could for me? George Acosta spun it at the Ministry of Sound party at Roxy

i just gotta bump in defense of my Matty. wasn't there friday night though, regrettably but about hard house in general, i love it, but i definitely can't take it all night. it's penetrating to the point that it becomes desensitizing, i think. like... keeping a dildo on vibration mode 1, instead of increasing it. j/k, i dunno... i just know i need at least SOME trance in my night, something to carry me high and away...

yeah, my memory's definitely worse than it was before. i recently went clean after a few years of drug use, and especially after the last year or so of moderate e-intake i've noticed my comprehensive ability has decreased significantly. or SOMEthing's not quite connecting properly up there

i'm up. i hate school

you sound like you're at a fork in the road. go with it or no. i've done my share of E and other stuff for years and recently quit for my first and only time. looking back, i wasted a lot on drugs and the scene: time, money, friends, values, brain cells. if i could trade back everything, i would. if this makes any difference to you at all about your decision, i would feel somewhat recompensated. peas o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o

the basic info you can find anywhere. it's a dissociating tranquilizer, essentially. can be addictive, as all tranquilizers are. if you want to try it because you need something between your rolls, i recommend not doing it. well, i actually can't think of any good reason to start another drug. but if you don't need a good reason, whatever. as for what to do between rolls, why don't you just party sober? do it a couple times, whether you really want to or not, and you may start seeing things a lot differently and find that you like it

no, i'm 12. and it wasn't the K; it was the dust and G, cutie

anthonyp, i hope you're right. but there are some other things about that night that made me think what i did. like, he first kept asking me to hook him up, he needed several. i told him i was going to take the only two i had. then he turned out to have plenty of his own and offered me one. i've met this guy once before, through a club friend. that night, he asked me, "so, what's your real name?" i was like, "whaaat?? i don't have any fake names." he acted like he didn't believe me for a little bit and asked what was my last name. unfortunately, i told him. isn't this kinda sketchy? really, i hope you're right. because i'll probably run into that guy again

friday night, i was clubbing with two friends and some club acquaintances. we were all rolling and bumping a little K. we're all experienced with both. when it was getting late in the night and we were all pretty cracked out, one of the acquaintances gave me a lil' baggie of a bunch of rolls to hold onto "just for a second" and then he left. i was wondering why would he ask me to hold onto his stash. after a little bit, i saw him talking to some guy and looking at me. they both started walking toward to me and at that moment i realized i wasn't in the clear holding on to all those rolls. i jumped up and walked away quickly. they followed me rather quickly through the club and so i just left and called my friends' cell when i got outside. my friends figured he had to have been undercover or a narc trying to bust me for dealing, but then i also wonder if i was just flipping out because i was so k'ed up. but i've never gotten paranoid before. and i've done k several times and done more before. and why would he want to set me up to get busted for dealing when i wasn't a real dealer? my main question: was this really as i thought it was, or could i have just been flipping out on the k and imagining it all? has anyone ever made up an entire scenario on k?

glass, crystal, meth, crystal meth, it's all methamphetamine. speedy stuff. great for partying. haven't found any in the city. wish i could...

this one time, my friend Flipper (he wasn't always called that) and i got some trees from a reliable source in wash. sq. park. it was trippy as hell and we found out it was because of the Raid they doctor schwag with. so Flipper said, "wtf we wasting our time with gardening stuff for?" so we got some Raid, industrial strength. while at the store, we also picked up some whippets (same aisle) and Robitussin DM (different aisle). Flipper explained, "dude, this cold medicine is what Tino puts in the rolls he sells." so back at Flipper's, while trying to figure out how to consume Raid with no trees, we downed the Robitussin and did an aerosol can. Flipper gets the best revelations after about a can; "we just smoke it, like we did before!" problem was, we smoked those trees in a blunt. but Flipper got his mom's crack pipe, so it was all good; we had a piece. Flipper took the first hit of the Raid. then he started vibrating like a dildo on turbo. then he went still and his eyes rolled around. then he tried to stand and was bumping into things. i tried to restrain him, because he looked like he was going to hurt himself. but he didn't know who i was and freaked out, and started trying to bite me. so of course, i let the damn bastard go, but then he started to bite himself. actually bit off his right thumb next day, after he had that lil' wound sewed up, he remembered that he loaned his mom's pipe to our friend Lemming. Lemming's crazy. god knows what Lemming smoked out of that. well, i personally blame whatever the hell that residue of Lemming's was. in any case, that's how Flipper got his nickname. he was born with webbed fingers as a result of his mom's crack habit while he was in the womb. the right thumb was the only un-webbed digit

this one time, my friend Flipper (he wasn't always called that) and i got some trees from a reliable source in wash. sq. park. it was trippy as hell and we found out it was because of the Raid they doctor schwag with. so Flipper said, "wtf we wasting our time with gardening stuff for?" so we got some Raid, industrial strength. while at the store, we also picked up some whippets (same aisle) and Robitussin DM (different aisle). Flipper explained, "dude, this cold medicine is what Tino puts in the rolls he sells." so back at Flipper's, while trying to figure out how to consume Raid with no trees, we downed the Robitussin and did an aerosol can. Flipper gets the best revelations after about a can; "we just smoke it, like we did before!" problem was, we smoked those trees in a blunt. but Flipper got his mom's crack pipe, so it was all good; we had a piece. Flipper took the first hit of the Raid. then he started vibrating like a dildo on turbo. then he went still and his eyes rolled around. then he tried to stand and was bumping into things. i tried to restrain him, because he looked like he was going to hurt himself. but he didn't know who i was and freaked out, and started trying to bite me. so of course, i let the damn bastard go, but then he started to bite himself. actually bit off his right thumb next day, after he had that lil' wound sewed up, he remembered that he loaned his mom's pipe to our friend Lemming. Lemming's crazy. god knows what Lemming smoked out of that. well, i personally blame whatever the hell that residue of Lemming's was. in any case, that's how Flipper got his nickname. he was born with webbed fingers as a result of his mom's crack habit while he was in the womb. the right thumb was the only un-webbed digit

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i don't quite understand it. i can account for things like transportation and the boyfriend services and club admission, but approximately and extra $300 dissipates from my pockets in a weekend. i think the fact that i can't remember may be a clue