Authores Notes: Its my twisted, sick, headbobing addiction.
The bass never stops, it just drops, everyone check the clocks.
Grab yah glocks, Its time to rock, Its gonna be hell, Cause Yah hearts gonna stop,
When the bass drops...
ENJOY
Its sick and twisted. I am so conflicted.
Why Must i be addicted.
Down in nasty old apartment b102 in New Mane City across the street from the old Clop and Shop adult movies store,
There in the apartment it looked like hell froze over. Booze, Drugs, Blood, and "other" bodily fluids puddled on the ground.
The Bass continued to blast like a broken record playing over and over again. Needles, Whisky bottles, and an array of drinks scattered everywhere.
Shaking with every beat.
"It never... ends..." WUB WUB WUB the subwoofer pounded into the walls.
Ah dubstep... it was always a favorite of mine. The song shifts to russian lullaby by Butch clancy.
"Pop... Pop... Bang.." The colt spoke then WUB WU-of course the bass dropped.
Passed out in random and interesting place were some wierd and hardcore looking ponies.
You had classic lookin ponies like the rave unicorn that was asleep on the cieling fan. How he got there? Ill never know.
There was a pegasi and a gang colt still stuck together in a very ahem "sexual" position behind the couch.
There were others there too. Their existence didnt matter, The air was heavy with the stench of blood, sweat and booze.
The air seemed to shift though. There was a pagasi in the corner of the room wearing the famous beats by hay headphones,
His hair was messy, long, and black with green streaks... just the way he liked it.
Leaned against the wall in an odd position... Needle in arm booze in hand blood stained dry on the side of his mouth.
His ear had a piece chunked out of it, His glasses pushed up on his his forehead, His eyed were open and a dull shade of saphire.
He was obviously going to die very very soon. His head still bobing even in unconciousness.
'Hahah man... I got into some deep shit...
Thats right you may know me as the famed DjFiiasco. What? Ye thats right son of vinyl. Hardcore partying dj.
Afew days ago, i would have worn that title with pride... Now... I wear it with distain and hatred.
I just wanted to party hard and have fun... This is my story and im sticking to it...