a night of adventure. pharamones. sweat. intoxication. blurred visions; the view melting from man-made reality into the illusion of sensless bliss. hormones. Cannabis. spoken fragments of a lost conversation.
is this what we've become?
"you've got to let go..."
everyone realizes their intentions - either vocally or subconciously. drink. dance. make moves on the opposite sex. blame everything on inebriation - the only time that it's acceptable to make mistakes....
although a few rules still apply:
help your friends when they overdo it.
try to make new acquaintances.
don't trash the place for no reason.
don't start fights.
...and some others.
so only after we drown away what's left of our dignity - our self-conciousness, do we expose our inner self. stupefaction. dumbed-down speech. we have dissolved the outer shell. the castle guards are busy fucking the maids, so that leaves the king to watch over his hole in the ground.
"...go crazy. we're here to lose control..."
sure; i'm in favor of new experiences. i'm not going to be so hypocritical as to reject this means of transportation from the superficial outside world of cares and worries to the essential core of what makes us all human - that's quite a strong stance to hold. i'm just going to pose the simple question "why?"
does it really take such a detrimental substance to make ourselves feel as if we are worth time or effort? do we have to experience an altered state of mind and lost motor skills to have fun? why must we feel like shit to have a good time?
oh, and my one last final point is to stress this highly argued fact:
