Thats me, what u see is wot u get, if ur not gettin it ur oviously not seeing it!

Im Adam 22
From leicestershire been clubbing for past 5 years and fooking love it, well into hardhouse, filth, NRG hardstlye, hard trance, trance, techno, funk, junk n abit of hardycore (only abit). Learning to spin hardhouse, not that great but hey i dont give 2 barrells of monkey spunk!
You can usually spot me around east midlands, only at the best events so if i aint ther, the event is oviously no good. Met alot of great guys on me way around clubland, always up for meeting new ones too.

I openly admit im addicted to clubbing, well lets be honest what else would you rather do during the weekend?

Motto…….

If it grows, eat it
If it bubbles, drink it
If it burns, smoke it
If it tells, ask it
If it pays, bill it
If it spins, play it
If it suits, wear it
If its white, snort it
If it moans, smack it
If it moves, fuck it!


A Poem About Cool Beans.......

It's here the weekend has landed
all theres to do now is get planted,
Up and down the bass is high
take a bean and learn to fly,
These beans of mine are what you want
just the one will make u stomp,
Drop another and some more
hav too many your on the floor,
Look at you what a fool
what a mess its just not cool,
These beans of mine are too strong
for a fool like you, your doing it wrong,
Just the one you need i told you this
try for hours you still wont piss,
You wont get a buzz like this, not in your dreams
come find me next time for some more COOL BEANS!!

Random Quotes!! from random clubbers.......

"Have you got a pound for a tampon?"
"Does your mother know your wearing that scarf?"
"I've brought my I.D because im wearing my age concealer"
"Why is everyone drinking water?"
"Will there be people at the afterparty?"

One Night In London.......

The dance floors packed, I pause for a second, the guy dancing next to me has more heads than the coins in my back pocket, maybe the last one I took was a bad idea. I look down I’m standing in what can only be described as a mixture of every drink they sell in this club. To the left of me a girl turns to look at me, she’s fucked eyes bigger than the camera lens she’s pointing at me, I don’t smile I cant smile, there’s more coke rushing through the veins in my face than Tony Montana could of dreamt of. She smiles and shouts at me you on dsi? Spraying my face with gack and the remains of her speed-ridden water. I shrug, she turns away promptly, but her face doesn’t follow, I grab my head and breath in deep, what the fuck this ain’t right, I need some space these freaks around me are messing with my head. I turn to find my friend. He’s gone. Its ok he'll be back. I dance on. I know the track, I fucking love this track, where’s my mate? I want to tell him how much I fucking love this track and how much I love him, I fucking love my mate as much as life itself. At this point I love nothing more than my best mate, this fucking track and this MDMA, pulsating like a thousand racecars through every part of my dehydrated limbs. The track finishes. I turn my friend has not returned. I reach down to my left pocket, what’s this I thought I had none left, how many have I had? I drop anyway, sod it, fuck it, sod work and fuck my internal organs; I’m here to have a good time. I have no drink, I swallow hard my dry mouth just manages to pass down the bottle-top shaped toxic tab. It’s stuck! I need to get rid, I see a bottle on the podium next to me, and I drink and swallow harder than any of DJs here tonight. It’s gone. My legs vibrating the music cant be this loud? I feel what the fuck is this vibrating in my pocket? I pull it out, its my phone, but no way this cant be my phone, my phones not this big. I press the screen up against my greasy, numb face. I can make it out, text from my mate "otside avin a fg". I make my way to the smoking area. I reach the door, at least two thousand people are hovering around this exit every person nodding heads to the beat. The guy behind me is inpatient, he shoves me to one side as his large brown arm strokes the side of my face I feel every sweat pore come into contact with my right cheek. I’m shaking why am I shaking? I’m outside its cold, where’s my mate? I sit where I stand, the grounds wet. I dart my head between my shaking, heavy legs. Look to my left, there’s a guy next to me "want any pills?" he asks his mouth swaying faster than the beating of my drug ridden heart. I wince, I cannot answer, I shake my head. He comes closer "want any ket?" he whispers, his oversized pupils gaze at mine. I nod, he passes me a square bag there’s a rolled up note inside its a twenty or is it a ten I decide not to concentrate, the powder lays thick like snow. I shove the note into my unblocked nostril, and snort hard. I feel the white powder shoot right to the back of my fucked up brain. I scrunch my eyes, does this hurt? I pass back the bag and rush back into the club. I see the toilet I need to go, there’s a spare urinal. I walk towards it, there’s no need to undo my jeans there already around my ankles. I swear these jeans were tight when I came in. Wait a sec where is it I’ve lost my left ball I cant find it, I cant piss, I feel rushes like waves stroking up from my feet to my head, I’m coming up, I need to get out of this light. I recognize this track, I run out of the toilet spangled, each step is heavier than the one before it. My sights gone more blurred than the sick I’m dragging my feet through. I stand and stop. Close my eyes, the build up begins, I raise my arms, this ecstasy I’m feeling is better than life itself, nothing and no one can put me fucking down, I’m higher than the fucking stars, I am bigger and better than god him fucking self, this club is mine! This space around me is my personal sanctuary and no one is entering cus I am The-Fucking-Lithium-Kid, let’s fucking AVIT!


Thats about it really, u wanna know owt else come find me, feel free to add me to ya buddies or msn the-lithium-kid@hotmail.com
Happy clubbing, play safe.
P.s K is evil!

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