Although I wasn't fortunate enough to go to the live show, I rented it on tv and had a fucked up time with my brothers and friends. We all sucked down an eighth ounce and started to trip our balls off when limp bizkit hit the stage. My brother's fat ass friend was complaining about limp, and I started to get annoyed; all I kept hearing was his bellowing, "stop rapping, how hard is it not to rap". My attention soon was diverted to the television when limp busted into Ministry's Thieves. I was fucking blown away! After that point, everything was fucked up in the best way. I felt like the missing character in Fear and Loathing in LV. The entire room was lit up by a single neon Budweiser sign which gave the room a trippy red illumination. I took a couple of gravity bong hits and got up to piss. This was the coolest part of the night. The bathroom became alive while I pissed. The smoke from my cigarette was the catalyst of a sensory crescendo that kept me in the bathroom for at least ten minutes. (long piss, huh) The walls which are beige suddenly had a old fashioned green and yellow pattern. Then they just fucking came alive on me. Women made of smoke were swimming in a sea of mist all about me on the walls and sealing. Soft, delicate, echoing moans started coming from the smoke goddesses. Suddenly, they started calling out my name. I was mind-fucked. This may have scared someone else to death, but I was intrigued. I was fixated on the magical walls of smoke angels beckoning me. I was fucking ready to go with them, if that was possible. They could have guided me anywhere and I would have followed. I got my fill of the vapor chicks and left the room that I could best describe as a room from the movie "The Haunting". It was fucked up, but so very awesome.
--Deprive yourself of stimulation, and the shrooms will provide it for you--