No I do.
I really really do.
In the words of ICP (insane clown posse) – slipknot:
Fuck it all, fuck this world, fuck everything that you stand for,
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Lakshmi (lakṣmī, Hindi pronunciation) is the
Hindu
goddess of
wealth,
prosperity (both material and
spiritual), light,
wisdom,
fortune,
fertility,
generosity and
courage; and the embodiment of
beauty,
grace and
charm. Representations of Lakshmi
are also found in Jain monuments.
Mahalakshmi brings good luck to
her devotees. She is believed to protect her devotees from all kinds of
misery and money-related sorrows.
perceive or observe”.
This is synonymous with lakṣya, meaning “aim” or “objective”. The Hindu
Sacred Texts Vedas call Mahalakshmi as Lakshyayidhi Lakshmihi which means
she is the one who has the object and aim of uplifting mankind.
The pills were rubbish. They took 3 and a bit hours to “kick – in.” by this
time the temperature had dropped to almost freezing and the sweat was cold
and sticky. The mood was chilled. The music, not so much.
persons belongings, in and amongst the mountain of water bottles and empty
pizza boxes. Oh! The hand-break. Oh! The wall ! fuck me! Hot shower, immovanes. Blissful sleep. Woke up for mothers day lunch with a headache, a hangover and a few missing
bricks in that wall. Note to self: I will not go raving again, I will not go raving again, I will
not…. errr okay I may. But not soon.
Ps. Oakenfold, your shit stinks. Gimme DJ fresh any-day!
My life…
B R E N T S P I L K I N
The tickets are booked. The venue is unsurprisingly dodgy. The Chemist has
come through and my status level of panic is at defcon 4. Like any good
Jew… “we ask ourselves, why?”
the pills. And pills to combat the sleep deprivation. And pills to be happy
on steak-knife Tuesday. And the pills… what exactly are we taking? A
combination of what? Oy vey. The drivers are booked. The orange juice to kill the taste is bought. The
chewing gums packed and so is the small wallet – the one that wont fall out
my pocket while I bounce around like Brad Pitt in 12 monkeys. We ask ourselves why? We do this to ourselves to show that we are ageing. To show that our
recovery time is not 12 hours but 12 days. We do this to look out of place
with all the 18 year olds with their glow sticks & cool hoodies. We dream we
are 18 but we aren’t. We dream that we love the music but we don’t. we
pretend to be all we can be – but this is not the Army. Good luck out there soldiers. See you on the front lines with your wide eyes
and gnawing jaws.
Drive safe and for gods sake get some sleep before Monday slaps you in the
face while you thumping them fresh beats in your car on the way to work. Brent.
