Mr. Trance has interviewed famous ravers.

Mr. Trance has interviewed famous ravers. Unlike other ecstasy hosts who will dance with glow sticks, he packs his baggy pants with huge barrels of
magnesium nitrate and wooden matches. The wildly sped up electronica is the final ingredient for what is sure to be a party no one could forget. Then, once the ambulances arrive,
the final mood lighting would be set and their sirens' call would add to the infectious groove of the driving boom-boom drum beats of the
Simon Says game. It was quite a romantic setting for both of the firemen.
"Sliding down the pole" took on a whole new meaning in the firehouse and the two men would wink at one another over dinner, sharing their own private joke.
But they were professional about it all, they kept their hoses stowed and their helmets clean. In heated moments they came together as one.
And this was one of those moments. A point in time that separates the professionals from the wannabes. The hoses were stowed. The helmets were clean. Time
had placed me in this moment and for this purpose. I turned and look ahead as I picked an appropriate quote from Shakespeare. And that's when it hit me -- in the back of the head
- i instinctively grabbed at the spot, and felt the warm gooey mass oozing out. Visions exited my brain as quickly as they could enter. Was this my brain? How did I still have
the ability to even ask the question? Maybe it's somebody elses. I probably shouldn't have volunteered for those prion infection experiments. My last vision was of udder bovinity.

Started: 2010-12-13 20:11:29
Finished: 2011-04-08 17:09:33

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