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i have not been working on RD because i have actually been partying NONSTOP every weekend and have had no spare time.

listen to what i did in vegas !!!!

ravers guide to las vegas...

vegas is a 25 hours a day 8 days a week party, we all know that, but how does it stack up to the standards of a veteran raver, a title i am proud to have earned???

like this:

the people are not as friendly and the DJs dont mix, they just cut, many tunes played for a matter of seconds as in "it takes two to make a ... party in da ghetto it might be ghetto, party in da ghetto ... but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz ... get down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)"

good tunes, neato, but

to earn my maximum respect the DJ must mix it and blend it, he must increase the pressure, must peak all levels and push up the frequency and bring up the intensity. anything less is just that, word, and to settle for less is to not revel in the glory of the sounds and the vibe and the mix... and so those in vegas dance mindlessly to the drone of hip hop music, not breaking and not popping and not showing mastery of any form or even maximum effort in any way, but instead moving as others move in order to seem like other people.

hehehe haha haha.
hehehe haha haha.
hehehe haha haha.

and for you, as a raver, to go to vegas and to party to the limits of human endurance, to consume redbull and vodka and tic tacks and nothing else for 48 hours, to choose not to sleep, to reach deep into yourself and stay awake and to look at the professional dancers in the clubs and communicate to them nonverbally "gogo dancer, young woman, pull yourself together, rise up above the sticky gunk of 4 am, snap those spider webs and elevate" and to have a jaded las vegas party girl who is paid to party 25 hours a day and 8 days a week see that there is a level above the one she occupies, and to reach for that level herself ... is greatly satisfying.

to know that if it really does come down to it, you can move forever, you only need a few drops of water and a pellet of minty sugar to face the sunrise, to get in a cab and to find yet another party, and to GO TO THAT PARTY and to enjoy it, and NOT SLEEP IN THE CAB ON THE WAY HOME, is to know that you are a raver and you have not bought that title, you have not inherited that title, and you cannot posses that title in any way other than to earn it.

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