Whacked, thrashed and dying

The gig sucks.

It does. My health became worst after i started sneezing. The room was fucking hot. Vin pogo-ed me by my neck and it was sooo fucking fun..but i lost..it's okay..there'll be next time.

The best part was..i whacked Ian's & cousin's lips. Oh yea..but it was accidental. The result on my cousin's lips was great! fucking became black n bled. I got scratches on my left knee..when someone fucking kicked & stepped on it during the last crazy pogo..fuck..it hurts.

The fuckiest part was during the first pogo & my right boot came off..and NO FUCKING ONE bothers to get my boot and put it at a side. bloody assholes. (excluding friends..cause they were at the other side). Bloody fucking core fucks.

The liberty spikes was great..although it looks a bit retarded...& ive no bloody idea how to wash off the gelatine from my hair. Saw an emo couple in the train on the way back. Act fierce only...nabei. Nevermind..they are the low. fucking low. ugly fucks.

bang bang feuer frei..