damnit man, they release this dream lineup after all the VIP's are sold.
If anyone knows where to get some, or can help me out please PM me.

thanks for any help!

snoozer. should'a been waiting in the freezing cold with a bunch of other acidheads for tix because sometimes you can call the wind maria and she turns out to be a damn fine lover. all those with VIP, consider yourselves blessed by st. sophia hagia, patron saint of those with FAITH CONVICTION VENEREAL SORES no CONVICTION AGAIN. about a month and the real questions begin:

1. does one consume potent hallucinogens knowing full well that a bucket of water is a potent, yet sometimes destructive force on the floor?

2. does the tempting offer of a rub include transmission of the often fatal hand wart and will the possible horsey-ness with a fair member be worth it or even recallable in your pitiful condition?

3. why is it called potpourri?

4. considering the promise of the rare yet beautiful condensed milk sweatiness that will ensue, does one limit activities to store neurotransmitters or continue with the rampant hedonism to keep that ass in shape by the night in question?

5. what is the best track to engage your mind during breakfast, mid-afternoon snack, and then delectable beverages prior to commencement of (minimum) 14 hours of reckless socializing and stomping of feet?

6. will andre boisclair ensure his re-election by posing naked with a horse?

anyway, the next month is failsafe. got the burning cheeks from anticipation. like yoko ono said to satan, 'sure, i would do the group thing, but only if it was in good taste'. paix.

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Originally posted by ImmyJ snoozer. should'a been waiting in the freezing cold with a bunch of other acidheads for tix because sometimes you can call the wind maria and she turns out to be a damn fine lover. all those with VIP, consider yourselves blessed by st. sophia hagia, patron saint of those with FAITH CONVICTION VENEREAL SORES no CONVICTION AGAIN. about a month and the real questions begin: TRANSLATION: You should've waiting in line when they went on sale cheap. If you have VIP you are lucky. 1. does one consume potent hallucinogens knowing full well that a bucket of water is a potent, yet sometimes destructive force on the floor? TRANSLATION: When taking mind altering drugs you should drink the proper amount of water. 2. does the tempting offer of a rub include transmission of the often fatal hand wart and will the possible horsey-ness with a fair member be worth it or even recallable in your pitiful condition? TRANSLATION: I have no fucking clue what the hell this guy is smoking... 3. why is it called potpourri? TRANSLATION: See above... 4. considering the promise of the rare yet beautiful condensed milk sweatiness that will ensue, does one limit activities to store neurotransmitters or continue with the rampant hedonism to keep that ass in shape by the night in question? TRANSLATION: Fucking before BEB makes you sexier? 5. what is the best track to engage your mind during breakfast, mid-afternoon snack, and then delectable beverages prior to commencement of (minimum) 14 hours of reckless socializing and stomping of feet? TRANSLATION: What do you do during the day before the event? 6. will andre boisclair ensure his re-election by posing naked with a horse? TRANSLATION: I THINK THIS ONE IS PRETTY MUCH SELF EXPLAINED anyway, the next month is failsafe. got the burning cheeks from anticipation. like yoko ono said to satan, 'sure, i would do the group thing, but only if it was in good taste'. paix. TRANSLATION: I have diarhhea and enjoy orgies.

(accidentally posted with my girlfriend's profile. ha ha ha. actually i just changed my name and avatar to more succinctly advertise my subconscious persona.)

totally wrong. i'll give the layman jive on only one: acid makes me dance like a pail of water. the last time i was at parking i accidentally hit a security guard in the face because i was executing the dangerous "hustle and flail" dance move that became so popular in the waning years of 'wonder years'. however, i had a blast and kept elastic for at least two days afterwards. also, what about dancing as therapy for the more common ailments of modern man (PTSD, bitchiness, too much morose onanism to scrambled porn, scabies)? abortion. tecate. anna nicole. paix.

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Everyone must find a place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don't give me fake
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DAMNIT!

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Originally posted by Pixiechick (accidentally posted with my girlfriend's profile. ha ha ha. actually i just changed my name and avatar to more succinctly advertise my subconscious persona.) totally wrong. i'll give the layman jive on only one: acid makes me dance like a pail of water. the last time i was at parking i accidentally hit a security guard in the face because i was executing the dangerous "hustle and flail" dance move that became so popular in the waning years of 'wonder years'. however, i had a blast and kept elastic for at least two days afterwards. also, what about dancing as therapy for the more common ailments of modern man (PTSD, bitchiness, too much morose onanism to scrambled porn, scabies)? abortion. tecate. anna nicole. paix.

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Originally posted by Ravemontreal Once I took a piss in front of everybody at Stereo. Put the garbage under the mixer, and did it right there while people were dancing and screaming. people thought I was playing with the mixer but I was playing with my zizi.

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Originally posted by Enjoy a classic from the aria days: me: are you on TA? girl: uhhhh... im on speed