Dec 17, 01
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Xmas spirit yO!
Â* The Raver by cookie
Once upon a nightclub sounding, while I hard-stepped, hot and pounding, Over many a loud and pulsating record of musical lore -- While I twinkled, nearly tripping, suddenly there came a coughing As of someone gently snorting, snorting b'hind the bathroom door. "Tis some kandy-kid," I muttered, "snorting b'hind the bathroom door-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I recollect it was a strange idiolect And every seperate dialect turned to dance upon the floor-- Sadly I thought of the morrow;-- vainly my friend had sought to borrow From myself encased by sorrow -- sorrow for my lost Eeyore-- For the plush, depressive donkey whom A. Milne named Eeyore-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Tail-less here forevermore. And the bumping, hard-house ballet action of the gourmet d.j. Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic urges never felt before. Even though, through the beating of the song, I stood repeating " 'Tis some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door-- Just some kandy-kid treating himself b'hind the bathroom door; Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* This it is and nothing more." Presently my lungs felt stronger; hesitating then no longer "Hey," said I, "You there, truly your addiction I implore;-- But the fact is I was dancing, and I noticed you 'enhancing' And so quickly you'll start trancing, trancing b'hind the bathroom door; And someone's waiting in line" -- Here I opened wide the door;-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* A toilet there and nothing more. Deep into that toilet peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing; Doubting, thinking thoughts no junglist ever tried to think before; But the music was unbroken, and the strobe light gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered name "Eeyore?" This I whispered, and the toilet murmered back the word, "Eeyore!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Merely this and nothing more. Back into the main room turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a snorting somewhat louder than before. "Surely," I said, "surely there is something in the vent beneath me. Let me see then, underneath me, and this mystery explore -- Let the crowd be still a moment and this mystery explore; -- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* 'Tis the vent and nothing more!" Open here I flung the bathroom, when, hit by smoke and hot strong perfume, Out slumped a sickly raver of the old school days of yore; Not the least attention paid me; not a minute danced or stayed he, But with the mien of someone shady; sat outside the bathroom door-- Sat upon a chair of metal with his feet right near the door-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Slumped and sat, and nothing more. Then this white-nosed kid beguiling my tired fancy into smiling, By the colorful decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy hair be green and purple, thou," I said, "must snort no herbal, For it creates a verbal hurdle most certainly, I am sure-- Tell me what thy name is, and where you bought your cat meds furthermore!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Quoth the raver, "Nevermore." Much I marveled this ungainly teen to hear discourse so plainly, Though his answer not much meaning -- tiny relevancy bore; For I cannot help agreing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing kid outside the bathroom door; Kandy-kid upon a metal seat outside the bathroom door Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* With such a name as "Nevermore." But the raver, sitting lonely on the crooked chair, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour; Nothing farther then he uttered -- not an eyelash then he fluttered -- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other kids have K'd before-- By the last song you will leave here, as we all have left before." Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* The boy replied, "Nevermore." Startled by the rhythm broken by a new set roughly woken, "Doubtless," said I, "what he utters is his only stock and store; Caught in some unyielding k-hole, senselessly bringing to him a goal, Followed fast and followed faster till his head one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Of 'Never--nevermore'" But the raver still beguiling my tired fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of kid and bathroom door. Then upon the porc'lain sinking, I betook myself to linking Druggy unto druggy, thinking what this old school kid of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and passing-out kid of yore Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Meant in mumbling "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing, To the boy whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the back wall's velvet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining that the lightsticks gloated o'er, Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Eeyore shall press nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, someone lit a stick of cancer, Puffs of angel dust whose sparkles swept across the littered floor -- "Wretch!" I cried, "To your home take thee -- because your drugs thoroughly baked thee-- Respite -- respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Eeyore; Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Eeyore!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Quoth the raver, "Nevermore." "Junkie!" said I, "thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil!-- Whether heaven bent, or whether home life tossed thee here ashore- Desolate yet all undaunted, on these chemicals enchanted, In this club, officer haunted -- tell me truly, I implore -- Is there -- there sanity in your head? -- Tell me -- Tell me, I implore!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Quoth the raver, "Nevermore." "Junkie!" said I, "Thing of evil! -- Junkie still, if man or devil! -- By the lasers that flash above us -- by the song we both adore -- Tell this kid who's bracelet baring, if, because of someone caring, I shall find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore-- Find my depression faring stuff'd donkey named Eeyore!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Quoth the raver, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, boy or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -- "Get thee back to dancing, far from the bathroom furthermore! Leave no white trail as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken-- Leave my jungle music unbroken! -- Leave the seat next to the door! Take thy eyes off the ceiling, and take thy form from bathroom door!" Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Quoth the raver, "Nevermore." And the raver, never blinking, still is sitting, still is sitting On the metal chair at the club just outside the bathroom door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the light-show o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor -- And this boy from out the bathroom that has trash all o'er the floor-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Shall be lifted -- nevermore! 
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Dec 18, 01
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Superb.
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Dec 20, 01
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that was awesome!!. :107:
good stuff..~
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Dec 24, 01
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Re: Xmas spirit yO!
[quote]Originally posted by Tiësto*s_Girl
[b]Â* The Raver by cookie Once upon a nightclub sounding, while I hard-stepped, hot and pounding, Over many a loud and pulsating record of musical lore -- While I twinkled, nearly tripping, suddenly there came a coughing As of someone gently snorting, snorting b'hind the bathroom door. "Tis some kandy-kid," I muttered, "snorting b'hind the bathroom door-- Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Â* Only this and nothing more." AAAAAhahahaah! you'r hilarius! IIIIII love it!
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