Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:
Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:
Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
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2) A place where we do not go. Holy FUCK. WE DO NOT GO THERE. Never again.
2) A place where we do not go. Holy FUCK. WE DO NOT GO THERE. Never again.
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A person who is generous to the upperside of the male member. One who licks or salivates on a penis' shaft without doing anything else.
"Jesus Christ that fucking woman would go anywhere else."
"What do you mean?"
"She was perched on my dick like a cock raven"
"What do you mean?"
"She was perched on my dick like a cock raven"
by Definately not Mike December 2, 2005
Get the Cock Raven mug.When someone who's been chatting in a chat room suddenly exits, due to hitting the exit button or similar by accident, and then enters only a few seconds after.
Originates from a time when WhiteRaven, a member at www.tuomas-holopainen.com, suddenly exited the Tuomas-chat on the page, and then entered only seconds later, several times on the same day, someday in December 2010. The term has been used by people in the chat room ever since.
Abbreviation: "Raven"
Originates from a time when WhiteRaven, a member at www.tuomas-holopainen.com, suddenly exited the Tuomas-chat on the page, and then entered only seconds later, several times on the same day, someday in December 2010. The term has been used by people in the chat room ever since.
Abbreviation: "Raven"
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Get the That's Moderately Raven mug.A middle school located in Towson, Maryland. The majority of the students are black, and more females attend the school than males. It has four magnets, all of which take no talent to get into. Most of the teachers are annoying and fake, though if you don't piss them off they can be super tight with you. There are LITERALLY fights once a week at minimum. If you walk in the hallway while classes are in session, you will most likely see ghetto girls twerking and making music videos on their phones or dumb ass boys talking so incoherently that it is no longer english. Between classes, you'll always get bumped into in the halls by some weirdo doing the Naruto run or have someone try to break your ankles by cutting in front of you. The school has a few cliques: the weirdos who eat grass and pick their noses, the edgy teens who wear black lipstick, the nerds who dress up like furries and draw pictures of anime characters, the cocky boys who think they're cool because they made a good rebound in PE the class before, and the ghetto ass girls who snap at each other and have nails so long they could stab someone with them, and the norms who just wanna get their three years over with and leave. The school has a lot of fucked up flaws, but don't worry. If you're about to or currently attend LRTA, you'll learn how to survive in the school in no time and come out being the most street wise freshman. If you do it right, you'll make friends who will make your years at Loch Raven memorable.
Scenario 1:
Sarah: "OMG THERE WAS A FIGHT AT MY SCHOOL TODAY!"
Sharkisha: "A fight? Pfft, who gives a shit? Those happen all the time at my school girl!"
Sarah: "Oh, you must go to Loch Raven Technical Academy then..."
Scenario 2:
Teacher: "Everyone flip to page 328."
Daquan: "EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE KEEP IT GOIN'-"
Teacher: "You're staying here for lunch, mister."
Sarah: "OMG THERE WAS A FIGHT AT MY SCHOOL TODAY!"
Sharkisha: "A fight? Pfft, who gives a shit? Those happen all the time at my school girl!"
Sarah: "Oh, you must go to Loch Raven Technical Academy then..."
Scenario 2:
Teacher: "Everyone flip to page 328."
Daquan: "EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE KEEP IT GOIN'-"
Teacher: "You're staying here for lunch, mister."
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This pretty much means you are a massive potterhead and are amazingly smart.
This pretty much means you are a massive potterhead and are amazingly smart.
Weird non-potterhead: OMG you are such a geek
Potterhead: No, actually I am so ravenclawsome!
Weird non-potterhead:Why am I friend with you?
Potterhead: Beacause I am so ravenclawsome!
Potterhead: No, actually I am so ravenclawsome!
Weird non-potterhead:Why am I friend with you?
Potterhead: Beacause I am so ravenclawsome!
by Ravenclawsome girl October 24, 2011
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