you swallow all know everything. Well, yes. I do not want to speak from want, as have others suffer. But 12/6-weeks since the beginning of the year, sometimes even 14 / 7, just stop tame. As you cling to every occasion. How this . I know ... those who know me now think I'm gaga or become old or sonstewas - probably true all a bit ... Most certainly true that there are no Tekknoszene. Nix, nada, nüschd. So, Saturday shortly after work cracked in the box, off to BKK. 1500 Öcken, who cares. And then .... empty. Uff. Um. Yes. Let angehn wirs slowly. Let's see. And lo and behold - a Daft Funk-Electro-floor-scrubbing. For the Druffi kids. Two giant warehouses - fully air conditioned and empty. But full of .... Let it be called fair Techno. The riot playground is rather typical Ed Banger - Trash - sonstewie something. Only much smaller and without any MixTalent. But hey ... A bright spot: n 'Dubfloor. Outdoor. Bass. Dubstep and drum'n'bass. Sky. A fumed 32A cable included. It's Thailand. It's fun. Nah really, that was fine and made good fun. Only one thing that is really bitter. Of the girls who were there are not felt 99% was because of the music there. The part you could have calmly investigated Falang-screw-Thai or Thai-party girl-sold-call-to-value can party. Shit man is doing the damn offense to the broadcast. Since it runs a pretty in the limbs, if then after hours but once in a face that looks just wants to celebrate just want to be happy, wants to be left alone. You want to scream and all a slap. And one is ashamed. And to dance. More can be done not just at such moments.
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