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| RAVE R eally A mazing V ital E xperience when you make that decision, you're body tingles, knowing you're gonna blow your mind away. rounding up your friends, to drive god knows how many miles, to live your greatest fantasy. spending time and energy, gathering the essential rave items... glitter, binkies, glow sticks, lolli pops, and glow in the dark neckalces, bracelets, clothes, and hair wear. embarking on a journey, packed in a small car (if you dont have a vehicle or yours breaks down: steal, borrow, rent, or hitch hike... as long as you get to the party) there's probably going to be a high number of drugs in your car so dont get pulled over. oh yeah, and dont plan on talking, because you wont be able to compete with the bumping trance. when you finally arrive, you pay for the time of your life... hey this is how some people make their living. you then walk into a night you wont want to end, and a night you'll remember... or wont remember, depends what you're on and how it effects you. once you get past scoping out the place, people, and djs... you begin to boogie. whatever your style, dont be shy, just keep on moving. things to remember: never take anything you're unsure of, make sure you have some knowledge on the drug subject, and never take off with someone you dont know, we dont want anything to happen to you. you'll meet the greatest people ever, always nice, never rude, and always thankful for the occasional water bum... if you see someone in the bathroom, even if ya dont know em, and their feelin sick... help em out. give em water, hold their hair back if they need it, and give them some sugar or a lolli pop to give em energy. than stroll back out onto the dance floor... always keep movin. when it starts dyin down, and you're out of dancin moves... just sit, and wait for your second wind... it'll come... it always does. when it hits ya, run to the dance floor... dance like you're the only on there, and the only one that matters... you're one with the music, and you're floatin above the floor. if your outta moves, check out someone else's moves and twist em into your own, gotta be original. way after the sun comes up, and more and more people are leaving, you know its time to head home... so you unwillingly pack up your friends, and drive home, still bumping the trance, but this time to unwind... and with a car full of tired, sleeping loved friends, you head towards the sun knowing you've all shared a most mind altering experience. the next day you're planning for the next weekend. you're ready so let the trance into your soul,... and just let your body go... <<RAVIN AND ROLLIN TIL THE DAY I DIE-- ANGEL -- KRISTIN>> |
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