Fatribz-it was all glamourous for we gothy girls but we dressed up, got drunk to get f'ed up in a more literal sense-such was our level of self-loathing.
I would jump into the mosh pit and get my ass beaten. I would be so happy about it, too.

i remember getting stitches at two years past's detroit electronic music festival. after a nice weekend of danceable joyous type music, that last night i came across a tent playing the hyper crack jams i normally listen to. well i got crazy(i was the only one) and bashed my head against a table by the stage. i kept rockin my balls out and a lovely girl told me i had cut my head. i says 'nah!' and feel. well yah i felt the gill and blood syrup. it turned out i had been covered shirt and shorts in blood and hadn't noticed... i was bashed and prolly rockin for a good 2 minutes.. i wasn't THAT drunk either- i remember errvery thing vividly. but yah. yes. no more retardation. except story telling retardation at 10e, i cannot resist.

I would have passed out.. actually I feel dizzy after reading this. Seriously.

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