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0 comments | September 08, 2003

i was gonna write but i really don't feel like it.

rather'd be doing something else.

but peep. i met j live, pete rock and cl smooth last nite. took pictures with all of em.
danced the fucking night away, got a replacement for my vikter duplaix K7 cd, had some drinks.

i need lots of that. (the fun, not the drinks. 2 hour open bars don't hurt though.)
like one a weekend or someshit. for reals.

it almost replaces the absence of sex.

it's like. i love music, cause it makes people beautiful. 2000+ motherfuckers in a club, lights low, just grooving to bongo band or chiming in when electric relaxation drops, that's fucking poetry right there. 's such a fucking rush.

cuz like, everybody's smiling, no dumb shit, because everybody respects the vibe. i mean, it's a few dickheads in the corner of every club, but i stay outta places where music ain't the focus. every body i know strictly by way of internet- if i've never met you in person, that's where i wanna meet you. at a good club with a good dj.

word.

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