anonymouswhitefemale

So, back from holiday, malnourished, blistered and cut feet, and still working some bug through my system, haha.

I was in a remote festival in the middle of the hills, in a different country, and I still met a few people I know - from other parties and stuff. Included in these people was a girl who I gave the nicest compliment to ever a few months ago - I'd spent about half an hour transfixed, watching her... And I realised that she was ugly! Oh dear, it's strange how appearances are so utterley dependant on your state of mind... Hmm, be interesting to know exactly how much pheromones account for.

The day time was amazing, thousands of beautiful happy people dancing together (ugly people are too intimidated to come because they stand out like a sore thumb), sharing their collective energies. Water sprays keeping people cool in the baking sun, ear to ear smiles on everyone. One time I was walking around the dancefloor trying to find some acid (LSD), and I came upon this guy with a globdule of this clear jelly type stuff hanging from his beard... That's weird I thought... Asked him for some acid, he said he didn't have any, apologised and tapped me goodbye on the back. After being trapped in front of a relentless wall of sound right by the speaker, the music echoing through every part of my body, coursing through my veins, everyone's heart beating as one, unison with the music and the world, my limbs being pulled around making patterns like they were being dragged by physic magnets - one of my friends pointed out the blob of jelly on my back... haha.

It also turns out that hula hooping can be wildy sexy - who'd have thought. Basically just an erotic dance which happens to have a hoop spinning all over the place. I want to be a king and have some entertainer girls ...

The festival itself had gone downhill from last time, which was magical - getting more commerical, introduced some crappy music which was completely against the ethos of the thing - I mean come on, why the fck would a bunch of hippies want to listen to 'return of the mac' and 'get your hands up' - I think they're just embaressed that black people don't go to these festivals and they're going the wrong way about trying to do something about it. Darn commericalism. And there was a lot less nudism than last time, which served both to give me less to look at, and also to make me feel a bit out of place for stripping off and going for a swim by the dance floor *shrugs* What made me laugh though actually was that all the naked guys had small wangs.

So yeah, there wasn't really a point to this blog (god I hate that word), but if you weren't interested, then why are you still reading?