Title by Aievea's song. Fit for the theme I ramble about. Two nights ago I was asked by my mother to join her to a cocktail in a fancy club of my area, called KRISTAL GLAM CLUB. Now, what I'm about to say is not that I went there, but what I felt. The club looked very good. The lights as well, very creative. You know, I am not part of the high life, but I go to high life parties because I am one of the bosses from the shadows. ;)
I enjoy good places, but I cannot enjoy people I have nothing in common with. "You ask 'why?' I ask 'why bother'?" [Mickey Knox, Natural Born Killers] I don't go in these places not only because I hate mainstream, but because the vibe doesn't tickle my hearing. It scratches it.
I tried. Various times. I always give a chance, now, I try to be opened to suggestions. I can try anything as long as it is not so much mentally rotting that it makes me sick. This didn't make me sick. It was ok, but not for more than 20 minutes. People were too busy with how others dressed rather than dancing like crazy and some tried to dance, but were barely moving.
You guys either move like idiots with sticks in their asses or like whores in heat. Ahh, I'm tired of extremes... All a world of superficiality. Locked and loaded...
Masses make a good pile of rotting corpses. A lot of methane gas. Anyway I met a good picture with NEO that night.