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i'm not ravingi'm not raving
i despise the freely movements
about the masses of clique-persons.
golden, neon blurbs of vivid light
spinning and weaving a tangible
web of dispersive eyecandy.
thick, repeating bass beats
slurred with screaming sirens.
the stench of abusing so fuming,
matching the inebriate faces
bouncing about surrounding me.
lifelessness dancing to music.
i'm on the floor whilst those
around are groundless, fornicating
between the meds and the music.
look up and see the post-culture
junkies floating further away.
field of people swirling into
huge purple-orange clouds of
sweat, pulsing into harmony,
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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