The night was a glittering hippodrome of pungent pastels. Folklore came to mind as Above and Beyond played trance music at ATLANTA MOTOR SPEEDWAY home of sometimes NASCAR. The crowd loved this shit and gooped together in puddles large and baleful, eyes as wide as the vast parking lot they got to scatter out upon, flesh burning but the baselines healing.
It was so fucking good that Above and Beyond were truly there, much like I was truly there, truly raving with all these true ravists.
Fucking love raving and shit, fuck yeah. I'm almost 32 and I definitely still rave all the time as that is just the thing to do and I definitely do it.