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2004 September:

sounds that penetrate you like a shaman's stare, guiding you through the maze of your own hell, your own worst nightmare... taking you to places you've never been, touching you where you've never been touched. destroying the useless fluff of illusion and fear from the inner sanctuary...

blood and tears. trembling. on the edge. almost like a rape of your mind and body, but you agreed to all of this when you step foot on the dancefloor, when you took the drugs that enhanced your experience. (remember...)

and you did it because you trust them. you trust that they care. you trust that they respect this sanctuary, and that they do it with love. and you trust that they will bring you back to a place of joy.