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Ravers Manifesto - Complete Piece
Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy,
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itself, we are The Massive, One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound from far away, the thunderous muffled , echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel and electric wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb , and there in the heat, dampness and darkness of it all we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the
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I support the scene
You try and take it away from us
We are all united by one source;
That source is our music
You try to take that as well
The PLUR that's around
Traveling faster than sound
In our cuddle puddle on the floor
You may close down our parties;
Try and shut-down our night
There's one thing you can't take steal from us
And that is our FREEDOM and LOVE of raving
The fire of the rave will still burn strong and bright within us
And no matter how hard you try, you can never stop our fire
The fire of the rave; the PLUR, the freedom, the love, the happiness…
-Let it be known-
I am proud to be a RaVeR
Raver's DrugIt was his drug; It was his life.More Like This
He stepped into the usual warehouse. As he did every Saturday night. His wrists and his neck glowed. In his right hand, he held two glowsticks, pink and green. He smiled as he went with the small crowd to the dance floor. It was already crowded, bodies molding together and the whole place moving as one. Jumping, swaying, dancing, living.
The music led them. The music followed them. The beat ran through his body, invigorating and refreshing. He hit the ground with everyone around him. He sprang up with them too. A body behind him had stumbled, but didn't stop to regain his posture, everything kept going.
There was no slowing down, no speeding up. It was constant, it was energizing. He smiled widely as the beat grew faster, stronger, louder. Some people screamed. Some people clapped while they jumped. He held up his hands, the glowsticks making a vertical line as he moved his body. People grew closer, still in sync with each other.
It was his escape.
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Peace on earth good will tward men
Love thy neighbor as thine friend
Unity with all you see
Respect all things, even THEE
Anchient teachings plant the seed
Ravers listen and take heed
Use the PLUR and use it well
Use it now, earths hate to quell.