Ecko UNLMTD, Ripcurl, Billabong and DC. There all here, like a trip to Osmosis. Who are you fucking kidding- this is osmosis. Your minds restless with expectations unfulfilled. Your hopes of a new victim-shattered.Your hopes of a hook up-shattered. Your hopes of a QF-shattered. You really needed this fix of drunken-destroy-yourself-mess to keep you from tearing your own mind apart. But your dealers fucking unreliable and your left with withdrawal symptoms now. This party's shit. This is shit. Your shit. Lights are flashing and your mesmerized by how the lazer catches the smoke you blow out. Your standing there in your high top Doc Martins, in the corner of the dancefloor, out of place, with your plastic bag full of homemade Gin & Juice in water bottles cutting your arm, smoking your cigarette-you ARE the definition of anti-socialism.
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