the howling hawk, the mega snake and the illusive batcat

MOGWAI, BITCHES
(disclaimer: the following text contains strong imagery and exaggeration. press the big red X on your browser if you want to save yourself from my bullshit. i however swear to the absolute truth of the essence)

As a 22nd birthday present to myself, i bought a couple of tickets to go see mogwai at the tivoli. it was BEYOND ORGASM

mind blowing multiple auditory ecstasy... intense ones that crashed over me like life affirming waves. like soft warm rains grazing my cheeks morphing with heart wrenching suddenness into violent tropical storms that ravaged my entire being and dissipated into the cold scottish rain.
silence was intervened, each stroke of the drum like a lover's whisper, each chord held pierced the stillness. soporific purple haze descended upon me and my soul vibrated, heartbeat amplified. then the gremlins invaded and everything became profoundly ear drum busting loud. i ate every decibel and fainted in Ecstasy...i didnt fall. i was captured by the rapture in a golden bubble and i was sent shooting up into unknown frontiers. at the zenith i closed my eyes and every cell experienced bliss. i smiled. the world, everything and everyone else was irrelevant. i was brought down, down, down underground by ghostly beats and explored the darkness on haunting melodies. evil lurked but knew i would be okay. i felt the tug of a phantom puppet master with absolute control over his subordinates and i was helpless. i was swept up with the crowd gyrating arbitrarily to the orchestra, and at that moment we were one organism with one aim: absolute pleasure. we tasted tears, we smelt joy. we kissed, we embraced. we grasped arms, we locked fingers. drug stoned, endorphin high. we were drunk, we were sober. we were one and we felt everything and we were eaten up by unadulterated delirium...

shit, son...2 days on and im still high...........................