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Hello, xlt. The Topic, is a reaction. I want your reactions. This thread will catalog reactions. Let's see what's up. Let see what's inside your ballz and vagiznaz. Let's see how your IDMness is lazr'ng in your caacaaz. I want to know your reactions to a particular (possibly common) life scenario. Okay, here is the scenario: You walk into your music-composition/listening space. There, in your favorite music-composition/listening spot, Richard James (ze aeyphix two-win) and Tom Jenkinson (ze sku-wear pushy'r), are totally making out. Not fucking, but it's like they're 14 and just tongues all over their faces. They don't notice you walk in, so they just continue making out like drunk, horny middle schoolers-- sloppy, yet passionate. Fully clothed, and it's very apparent that they're flush-red horny, yet caring and tender; not tearing off clothes, etc. Then they morph into a golden 4-point ninja star (throwing star) that's 1 meter tall, and you know it's gold cuz of that specific sheen and brilliance that only 24k gold has. The ninja star spins on one of its points at 30 rpm (boring a hole into your floor) and starts to emit- in pure sine waves- Vivaldi's The Four Seasons. Then from your ceiling, the most beautiful crystal chandeliers melt into being, like a balloon being filled from a faucet. The sparkles of the crystals are more breathtaking than a clear night on Mount Kilauea; facets color-shifting like opals in the sun. The ninja star glows with a power that makes all objects in the room self-luminescent; glowing like jelly fish and a 1997 rave. Then there's a burning in your crotch+chest, which peaks as your dick/clit connect at a point 2 meters in front of you with your nipples, to form a pyramid. The ninja star slows spinning until still, and the point of your crotch/nipple pyramid goes into the hole of the ninja star. At a point of near-orgasm due to some magical power, from behind you runs in your best friend from elementary school and yells, "JEFFREY!!!" R |
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Reaction to your elementary school friend? It doesn't matter what your name is-- your friend yells Jeffrey. |
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You are one of the most creative people i ever came across. After aphex of course. |
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That was so creative. |
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It's Uncanny almost like he took WAY too many drugs or something! |
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My first reacton was: This is an LSD trip report. My second reavtion was: I'd have a quarter of what he's had and have a great time. Third reaction: Hmmmmm, aaaciiid..... |
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tldr |
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Wow you were there too? |
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your writing is sexy as hell |
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like..same shit happened to me last week man |
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Great story..but can't be true: I'm not Jeffrey. Have you taken drugsz again you silly freaky artist? |
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Nice blend of reverence for and ridicule of the English language. The last time I saw my childhood best friend, I hadn't spoken to him in a few years; we ran into each other drunk and he was asking me if it was me who had done the few dozen photoshop edits of his face that were circulating the internet at the time. This time I'd tell him outright it was me |
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has the whole world gone crazy ? |
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no, you're just getting old. |
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tldr |
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So I come back after the weekend, and no reactions to your elementary school best friend. Oh, well!!! Thanks to all who bothered to read, anyway. My reaction would possibly be: to my friend I'd be like, "Dude- what the FUCK is going on, and who the fuck is Jeffrey?!?!?!", and I'd keep looking at my hands (to make sure I'm still there) and be wondering why all that shit was happening. I'd also look up/down/left/right to make sure shit wasn't flying out at me or exploding, etc. All I know is that it'd be no time to be talking about electronic music production techniques. |
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I would just accept my new name as jeffrey and build a commune that helps folk deal with the incessant ugliness of unaligned chakras. There would be candles, hot flannels, josticks and female eunuchs. Possibly even Ferrero Rocher. |
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Common reaction, common reaction... |
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tropical love loop, yo |
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