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Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2001
- Messages
- 12,030
Our emotional state of choice is bored. Our nourishment of choice is posting. Our addiction of choice is drugs. Our religion of choice is bluelight. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is found in current events and... Our society of choice is the internet where we can say what we like as long as we dont break the user agreement.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you unless you're from dancesafe. We are not criminals and if we were, would we want to admit that anyway?. We are not disillusioned honestly. We are drug addicts but hey at least we know what we're doing. We are not naive children, we just look like it some of the time. We are one massive, global, online community that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The bluelighters.
We were first drawn by the truthful information. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing misinformation was comparable to a mother's views she read in a newspaper. We were drawn back into this site and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept drugs really arent as bad as the media portrays them. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkside, and to ourselves, but to the very music and dj's and their constant discussion of whether jungle and drum and bass are different; We are all equal - and somewhere around Spirituality and Personal Philosphy we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the first person we found on the "post your aim name here thread" to join forces and ass rape and mock others on posts that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in these very instant messenger programmes, where we have these very conversations that each of us is truely fucked up.
We continue to pack our screen names into threads, or chat rooms, or instant messneger programmes, and we bring life to them every night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant threads in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift posts, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us and we will continue to moan about how shit everything is. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us all over the internet, whilst using exhibitionism to make ourselves look cool and who could forget the countless name drops....
We seek to re-post the threads that you have indoctrinated us with since the moment we registered. Posting that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to post our latest pictures and say something really nice about the person who posted above us. Posting that even tells us to say when we lost our virginity, if we take it up the arse, and share our views on plugging. Posting that tells us to heat smack on the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with food. Posting that tells us to mess with our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to awake the moderators of the lounge, we post fiercely with the trolls and alter egos in celebration of making people look stupid because of their culture, and of the values they believe in: cyber sex, quizzes, ass kissing, name dropping, meet ups, tolerance to drugs and post whoring.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information and ass raping. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from taking our drugs intake to new extremes. But know that while you may shut down any post, on any given forum on this beautiful website, you can never shut down the entire site. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The posting will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade although it might race occasionally. The bluelighting will never end.
I am a bluelighter, and this is my manifesto.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you unless you're from dancesafe. We are not criminals and if we were, would we want to admit that anyway?. We are not disillusioned honestly. We are drug addicts but hey at least we know what we're doing. We are not naive children, we just look like it some of the time. We are one massive, global, online community that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The bluelighters.
We were first drawn by the truthful information. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing misinformation was comparable to a mother's views she read in a newspaper. We were drawn back into this site and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept drugs really arent as bad as the media portrays them. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkside, and to ourselves, but to the very music and dj's and their constant discussion of whether jungle and drum and bass are different; We are all equal - and somewhere around Spirituality and Personal Philosphy we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the first person we found on the "post your aim name here thread" to join forces and ass rape and mock others on posts that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in these very instant messenger programmes, where we have these very conversations that each of us is truely fucked up.
We continue to pack our screen names into threads, or chat rooms, or instant messneger programmes, and we bring life to them every night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant threads in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift posts, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us and we will continue to moan about how shit everything is. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us all over the internet, whilst using exhibitionism to make ourselves look cool and who could forget the countless name drops....
We seek to re-post the threads that you have indoctrinated us with since the moment we registered. Posting that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to post our latest pictures and say something really nice about the person who posted above us. Posting that even tells us to say when we lost our virginity, if we take it up the arse, and share our views on plugging. Posting that tells us to heat smack on the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with food. Posting that tells us to mess with our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to awake the moderators of the lounge, we post fiercely with the trolls and alter egos in celebration of making people look stupid because of their culture, and of the values they believe in: cyber sex, quizzes, ass kissing, name dropping, meet ups, tolerance to drugs and post whoring.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information and ass raping. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from taking our drugs intake to new extremes. But know that while you may shut down any post, on any given forum on this beautiful website, you can never shut down the entire site. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The posting will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade although it might race occasionally. The bluelighting will never end.
I am a bluelighter, and this is my manifesto.
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