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but i couldn't find the words. everything starts from the inner idealism which, somehow, has always surrounded my view of music. i've always been a super dancer. not a professional one.. i just have to move. i'm probably one of those who deosn't care about the music thats playing as long as it's fun, i'm tolerant the majority of times. in that case i willingly adaptate my sense of rhythm and go with the flow, cheering people i don't know, sometimes with my eyes closed, until nothing else matters anyway.. i could never accept the fact that my one and only friend wasn't up for it. i mean, life is what it is, on the dancefloor you HAVE to shake dat fucking ass. i can get very picky sometimes, especially when it comes to music and related stuff. so picky to put my friend in an uncomfortable situation, possibly worse that the one i was looking for, everytime i tried to insist with my ritualistic conception of movement. it took years to understand that i should never had pushed him, cos he was probably fine with that for some reason, obscure to me, that's for sure. it was a ritual mix of alcohol, spliffs, and everything was fine until the party was over. i don't know you, but once outside a place it happened to chill with some junk food, just to give the night a little taste. saw nothing bad in it, what a gross mistake. it all started with small stomach aches but time after time, the stomach aches became a regular appointment with myself puking on the side of a street. but i still didn't cared. i had no brakes, until one day, i pooped on the open street for the first time like a miserable. that day i started to ask myself some questions and i begun to pay more attention to my mixes, but inevitably, when i thought i gained control of my actions, i also thought that once in a while i could've made an exception to the rule. i'll never forget that night. i started sweating cold and i couldn't exactly say where the pavement was. shit started to come out a second before i lowered my pants but this |
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time, while i was shitting i started puking, too. one, two, three times. simultaneously. it was incredible, i had little signs of this kind before but that night.. i could see everything around me turning. i was clearly collapsing. and it was that night that i reminded how my friend, apparently clean of any inebriation told me about the black scarab walking on my kofta just before the turkish brother started warming it. nowadays i'm a bit more aware of my limits, and trust my friend a little more. i know i can't control what happens in my organism but i know i can help it, introducing any more junk food in it, not believing the hyperbole of the chemical hunger and choosing carefully what to eat if something walks on my sandwich. to conclude, despite what in italy is called an humanistic mind i have also an alphanumeric malformation and a morbid interest to time lines until i was a little chap. how do you call this, aspegers? or it is tits? thanks your time, i hope you enjoy the read. not sure if i explained myself well, not even if still have something to say. yours sincerely, mo |
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0.o cheesey chips are the safe option |
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Push it to the limit Walk along the razor's edge but don't look down, just keep your head and you'll be finished Open up the limit past the point of no return You've reached the top but still you gotta learn how to keep it Hit the wheel and double the stakes throttle wide open like a bat out of hell and you crash the gates (crash the gates) Going for the back of beyond Nothing gonna stop you there's nothing that strong So close now you're nearly at the brink so, push it (Ooo yeah) Welcome to the limit (The limit) Take it maybe one step more The power game's still playing so you better win it Push it to the limit (The limit) With no one left to stand in your way you might get careless, but you'll never be safe while you still feel it Welcome to the limit (The limit) Standing on the razor's edge don't look down just keep your head and you'll be finished Welcome to the limit (The limit) (The limit) (The limit) (The limit) Push it to the limit (The limit) (The limit) (The limit) (The limit) |
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Good story. MORAL: don't eat black scarabs SOmething we can all learn from... NOT! |
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For those of you who can't be bothered reading. The best bit i thought was: " i had no brakes, until one day, i pooped on the open street for the first time like a miserable." <3 Mo'. Hope you're well. |
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first reading: wat?!? second reading: ok STOP hallucinogens |
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holy shit Mo.. that's some really intense storytelling all of a sudden. You're obviously a very sensible person now since you have come to this realization and are also able to admit your mistakes. I think many of us can identify with the frustration of a close friend not sharing a certain passion that you might have. Thanks for sharing and be safe & healthy :) By the way i realllly liked your previous avatar with the neon chicks. |
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Mohamed, remember that thing you wanted? there is one now; and it works. |
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