Blog: State Magazine

Oh Tiësto ! Isn't it tiresome? Don't you just get sick of staring into the black swampy mess of whatever non-descript hangar you turn up to before pressing the shiny play button…watching the tangling lump of sweaty limbed gurgling, gurning masses. A tragic pile-up of backward haircuts, dribbley faced youths chomping through their glow-sticks , tongues lolling and eyes rolling like a mass exorcism or Nuremberg sponsored by Fanta. The girl jiggling about at the front of the crash barrier, her pink mesh top sticking to her skin making her look like a giant gyrating ,pulsating prawn, you could [...]