!VOLUME!

1.) Isnt it strange? These people's addictions-they knaw their cuticles, til they're out of the heat- and into the fire-of flying hair, and sweat, and smoke, -and all other empowerments that are forbidden everywhere else. but here, where for three hours straight, I get hit with all my emotions,- all in one standing- while we're all jumping. Synchronized. UN-organized... 2.) And isnt it beautiful? Empty viens, lights and stoned eyes- glancing into everthing else but me: the one who actually stopped to think about it. Because to me, its a privilege: this high, where we dont have to be on anything- to remember this fire.-Because its all in our heads-and all around us-where we create our happiness- carrying in nothing but ourselves- I came for something I could call better than the last time- I swore it was the time of my life....-This pure, raw, volume---- 3.) Again, I convince myself Im happy- because Im living up to this energy-waiting-for my chance to satisfy myself-with bodies and 30 foot speakers- Just for a while- Until Im back to just talking about it- and planning my next fix.- 4.) ....Becoming what everyone else thinks of me- free- but honestly, Im owned by this- experiences: of cheap motel rooms, and inexpensive nights on the town- paying to love myself- and to be loved- So I'll sit... on the corner of the bed.- and maintain- because... its all there's left to do....