i'm watching sets on dancetrippin hahaha . somebody bring beats
Sep-17-2011 06:38
Joss Weatherby
Banned
Registered: May 2008
Location: The Pacific Northwest, of course
Sorry about that. Not sure what the deal is. I think the server randomly restarts sometimes.
I'll add it to init.d tmrw (err later today) so it should always boot on start up.
Sep-17-2011 10:20
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
Anyone in for some b2b action?
Promo and I on the decks.
The ones and twos.
Ones and twos.
Wheels of steel.
Sep-17-2011 23:23
Silky Johnson
International Playa Hater
Registered: Nov 2003
Location:
I'll tune in. But if I can't work out to it, I'm tuning right back out.
Sep-17-2011 23:25
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
I will be playing the best in the schoolyard hits. The kind of music that makes everything come out and not do anything but accept this forceful display of fingers I have made them take.
But there's really no choice. It happens and then the next day begins and they are right where they left off. Ready for school again.
Sep-17-2011 23:30
Silky Johnson
International Playa Hater
Registered: Nov 2003
Location:
Oh well nevermind, I've already got something else playing.
Sep-17-2011 23:34
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
I feel as though this would be the improper decision to make out of the available options at your disposal. For you see, I fervently wish to find what your particular appraisal would be for the choice and harmony of these electronic scores I wish to present for public consumption. I know you have experience with children. And I know you also have stern and steadfast opinions. Stone, as it were if these opinions were to be set in something. And for this, I value. In fact, I no less yearn for such standpoints that you harbor and I wish to find a better symmetry between what you would seem to think is the best synergy of beats enmeshed with my ideas. My hopes. My whims. I need this, actually. I'm just not certain if you can fully grasp this and for that I am disappointed, Jenny. I mean, what with the rapport I'm sure is there, and my ability to probe further into vexing situations involving different points on the body that most aren't sure exist and barely touch much less fondle. You have meant a lot to me and my posts here and my music in here. And I figured that you of all people would satiate my desire for all things electronic and full of groove and nascent, burgeoning want. I hope you reconsider for this night.
Sep-17-2011 23:40
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
I remember this one post you made. I forget the content, but mainly the fact that you posted it. It went so well with the point of the thread which had been driven off track at that moment. But when you made that post there were certain chemical reactions that went off within me and I doubt that I am embellishing or aggrandizing when I say this but it was wholly phantasmagorical. Almost surgical with the point to which you placed it and in conjunction with the reliant images and emoticons I felt as though it entered a different portion of satisfactory internet posting. I remember it was at the time of such import that I shared it with my neighbor's family over their dinner table while they weren't there. Just so that their walls would know and be able to be a bit more fire retardant. I just don't think you know the fullest of scopes.
Sep-17-2011 23:44
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
Really, the only way to get you out of me is to put candybars in me. And not even a normal, kosher amount of candybars, but an inordinate and highly improbably value or exponent of them. I know it makes my body painfully welt up but for a few fleeting moments my focus shifts astray of where it was left at when I was netting the inter parts of my computer. Around these humble conclaves with the sabbatical rhythmic motion of the scrolling of your posts. I more often than not spend my time entering your profile and searching for all posts by your user. Then page after page, dick after dick I make more things happen than justified. I used to know what the hands on the clock meant but any more I just like to know you are here, posting on this forum. That I value.
Sep-17-2011 23:49
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
My mother's seafoam dress. I always told her not to wear it because it made her collarbone look too much like Avana Vana, but she would do it anyway. I also tended to harbor this notion that it made her look more washed out than tattered, college ruled notebook paper that had sunk to the bottom of my backpack throughout the school year. Each morning she would cram into a sheen ziploc bag the remnants of the food left in the fridge for me to pass on through the young chasms of my body for the due diligence of sustenance. As I gazed back into her trembling eyes I could catch the stifling afterglow she was harnessing within her to get her through the next week of centered pressure. As I would head out from the house she would slowly lumber up in a fashion of pristine elegance yet harrowing forlorn dragging just to send me off as though each day were my maiden voyage, set for experience yet doomed toward malevolence.
Then I became a member of TA. This happened after many years; I would venture to say a little over a decade. My mother had not come out of her room in about six of those years and it actually began to smell dreadful. My guess is she ran out of perfume and was too tired to ever go to the store to get more because it smelled like the house did back when my father never returned from the basement. But I remember always having your posts and the faint glow of my computer splitting the dark matter of the everypresent even when electricity seemed to have given up on me.
Sep-17-2011 23:56
enydo
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Registered: Jan 2008
Location: NYC
There was one when I had woken up and I saw that there were no new posts by you yet. And I was out of razors. At this point I was past the arch one can be on when they have given up. There was no oblivion that was suited for me at that point and that was all I had really asked for after finding out this putrid tidbit of binary information. I don't even know what happened with the rest of that day, actually. Completely lost to me and I think that it was swept under life's rug of religion and supple pestilence. Each one of making us into another us for the purest of purposes that inexorably turn out to be nothing but god's airbrush casting the veil of asphyxiated beauty flickering through the slots of the passing blades.