![]() Koop: This could turn Hare Krishna into a Bad Boy!.wants to explore inner space, and that is the fundamental difference between the good and the bad side of the force. See ya later Pete, no one gives a fuck about ya.Was it worth it? By the way, what the fuck happened here? All you have to look forward to now is u can never sleep. We are no longer all together as one but separate mental patients, that yearn to be ejected out of this poisoned atmosphere m bed and a friendly therapist. The children of ecstasy are not safe anymore. The only thing that you have got in common now is paranoia. Your new soulmate, that you have been talking cod shit to for the past five hours about the story of creation or the fourth Star Wars film, is now a complete stranger. All have lost the power of speech, desperately avoiding eye contact. Everyone looks ill at the end of the night. What goes up must come down, and down, and down.what the fuck was I just talking about? (Laughs some more.) ![]() We want a universal level of togetherness, where we are comfortable with everyone. ![]() We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. We are nympholeptics, desiring for the unobtainable. Yeah, the world looks beautiful from here, man. Is this brain damage? We forget all the pain and the hurt in life. We are thinking clearly yet not thinking at all. Fantasy is a part of reality and we take the brakes off. I've got 73 quid in my back burner - I'm gonna wax the lot, man! The Milky Bars are on me! Yeah! We're gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did, anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best night of my life. The free radicals inside me are freakin', man! Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, the Peter Popper, I'm going to never-never land with my chosen family, man. I'm gonna blow steam out my head like a screaming kettle, I'm gonna talk cod shit to strangers all night, I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. The film explores themes of coming of age, drug and club cultures, as well as relationships. Human Traffic is a 1999 British independent film that revolves around five twenty-something friends and their wider work and social circle, the latter devotees of the club scene, taking place over the course of a drug-fuelled weekend in Cardiff, Wales.
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