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Local Millionaire Quote

“Does it bother you that i have a girlfriend?”
“Honestly, no”
“It’s all good. But i really wanna get with you”
“Then do it”

How To Throw A Fuckin’ Party.

Guest List.

Jeffree Star

Lindsay Lohan

Anna Nicole Smith

Amy Winehouse

The Millionaires, of course

And Kornelia :D
I don’t have a picture of this beautiful lady, but she is sure as hell invited to my party.

Now break out your sluttiest outfit and highest heels, and come join us. If you think you can party hard enough.

Fuck Me, I’m a Celebrity.

Monroe “Britney, i don’t know the last time i was sober”
Britney Spears “Aren’t you sober in the weak days?”
Monroe “Nah” Takes shot of vodka

Let’s take over the world. Let’s get fucked up everyday. Let’s live.
Are you ready to grow up ? Because i am sure as hell not going to. I’m gonna party until that day i die. Most likely from alcohol posioning and overdosing.
I’m never gonna get married. I’m going to fuck until the day i die.
I’m never gonna get a proper job, because i will never pass a drug test.
I’m never gonna conform, because i want to stand out.
I am never gonna feel remorse for fuckin’ your girlfriend.
I’m going to drunk and fuck my life away. Watch trash television. Walk around with my middle finger in the air. Blow some pills. So call me a fuckin’ slut, because what you really mean is Barbie. Tell me i’m throwing my life down the drain, because what you really mean is i live the life you wish.
I’m going to attend the school of the LOCAL MILLIONAIRES.
Test will be

1. How to take 21 shots like a champ
2. Vodka Pong Beer is for pussies
3. Blunt rolling
4. How to fuck like a pornstar
5. Relbellion 101

Reasons to be a party girl

1. Lots of hawt drunk sex.
2. Dancing
3. Everyone already knows your easy, so feeling don’t exist for the beggining
4. You might be able to match life stories with Lindsey Lohan
5. You get the satisfaction of fucking someone boyfriend
6. The sex is better
7. Scandals are exihlirating
8. You don’t have to deal with fake bullshit, because girls don’t like you
9. It is totally acceptable to down a bottle, take of your underwear, pick someone to fuck, snort some lines, smoke a blunt with the boys, and wake up with I Kill What I Fuck written on your tits
10. Trashy is classy

I’m a party girl, not a drug addict - Coke Talk.

Young, Broke, and Out of Control.

Monroe is boy crazy.
Monroe is knee deep in sex.
Monroe is at her peak.
Monroe is powerful.
When the dark of the night, come around that’s the time that the animal comes alive, looking for something wild.

Life isn’t about finding that perfect relationship. It’s about happiness. It’s about sex. It’s about drugs, alcohol, dancing, and staying young. Now i’ll give you a tip. Are you one of those girls that always has to be with a guy ? Are you constantly in relationships ? Well that your not a fuckin’ LM. So here’s the remedy.

• You need one boy to “talk” to. Someone you can exchange those flirty texts with. WARNING, Do not hook up with the sweet boy that you talk to. That is death. That can become a relationship.
• You need a couple hawt as fuck boys to hook up with. Only fuck them once. This is your conquest. This is the one you put a little bit of effort into, add him to your list, then forget him.
• You need one booty call. The one you can call when your drunk as fuck and just want sex.
• Last but not least, you need a best guy friend. These are so much better than your girlfriends. You can still talk sex with them, but they don’t call you a slut (even though you probably are one) and it’s all fun and games. You never do anything with these boys.

This remedy, it worse than the disease. It’s slowly killing me.
This may get you knees deep in boys. Make sure that you can keep them all straight.
And as for Monroe.
She’s got A, the married man conquest. Jay, the former conquest. Dom, the booty call she’s got under her thumb. And the re appearance of a former sweetheart.

It’s Monday Morning.

Monroe.
Monroe is a Local Millionaire.
Monroe is a vodka girl.
Monroe will steal your man.
This is her story.
The only rule is don’t be boring.

Monroe needs a chase. She needs a conquest. After she fucked J, there was no more chase. The attraction was gone. She got her sex, and now it’s over. It wasn’t that great. Monroe has moved on. Her new man, A, is a step up from her normal boys. Boys with girlfriends, thats typical. Now A has a wife. and A is hawt as fuck. Monroe is a succubus. Monroe is a suducer. And Monroe is stepping up. Watch out.

I got my eye on you boy, and when I get my eye on something, it’s like search and destroy.

I Hope You Die Alone.

Open your eyes, your not alive.

If your sitting here, cuddled up next to your cute little boyfriend/girlfriend, Go Fuck Yourself. Because your fuckin’ dead already. Relationships slowly suck the life out of you. Until you are both something you can’t reconize anymore. All that’s left is anger, pity, and the notion of love. Not even love, just memory of it and longing for it. Fuck that. Maybe i’m a fake, maybe your to blame.

The single life is so much fuckin’ better. You need that connection, get a bro. Get a best friend. You need something more, get a fuck buddy. But this craving for a fairy tale ending isn’t real, it’s made up by some rich fuck hollywood producer. It’s put in our head by repressed 50’s house wives. It’s the way for the goverment to control us.
I’m not saying that love doesn’t exist. But real love has so much fuckin’ passion in it, it has to explode. It doesn’t burn away, it takes down the whole city with it’s flames. You want to see what love really is, then go watch Sid and Nancy. Tell me if you want love then.

Because i for one, don’t want to settle down. I don’t know where the fuck this idea that you have to find your soulmate by the time your fuckin’ fifteen comes from, because it’s bullshit. It’s put in our head by actress’ like Lindsey Lohan and Miley Cyrus in the perfect ending teenage lie movies. But in reality, Lindsey’s got it right. Fuck love by the time your 20, go out and fuckin’ party. Because you have your whole life to find someone to love, but you can only party for so long before it starts to look desperate.
So instead of sitting at the bar, waiting for Mr. fuckin’ right to come up and sweep you off your feet, make eye contact with the cutie a few seats down from you and take them home for a night. Not for a month, not for a long relationship, for one fuckin’ night.

Because i would like nothing better than to die alone.

It’s fake, just like the movies.

Let’s Leave It On The Floor.

He didn’t open up your shirt for a better view of your heart.

Punk. Hardcore. Crunkcore. Grindcore. Deathcore. Post-hardcore. Mathcore. They all come from the same place. They come from a place inside where aggression is bottled up, ready to come out. Where double bass, intense drumming and heavy guitar riffs are all the words needed. There is so much emotion put into the songs, you have to imagine that there is an equal amount of emotion in the listeners. So when the listeners and the makers of this music meet, the result is an explosion of energy that creates a whole new world.

An outsider looking in the windows of a venue hosting a hardcore show would see a group of misfits. Kids of all ages, all styles, packed into a small room where you can feel the sweat in the humid and heavy air. People roam around with shirts displaying bands with obscure names such as Suicide Silence, Chelsea Grin, and Texas In July. Depending on the bands, and their followings the area, the crowd could be small, or filled with hundreds of sweaty anxious kids. The real experience starts as soon as you hit the venue. There is a line of people waiting for the doors to open. Some with pre-sale tickets in their hands, and others are clutching money, ready to pay at the door. Everyone’s re-connecting in a way. They are seeing old friends, seeing friends they see everyday, making new friends. Everyone is anticipating the music coming up. Another thing about this scene called “hardcore” is, besides the music, nothing else is really serious. Obscenities are ringing in the air, to the left or write there are people skating, or sitting on the ground smoking a cigarette. Someone will rush past, embracing a long lost friend in a death grip, bone crushing, bear hug. Laughter is filling the air. The anticipation is almost tangible. Words like bro, brutal, my son, and sick are audible everywhere.

When the doors open, the line slowly starts moving as the money/tickets are handed to the intimidating security guards, and hands are being stamped in red ink or X’s are being drawn over bones in black sharpie that you can smell. The ink will later be washed away by sweat. Inside is even muggier as more kids file into the room. The anticipation grows more and more. People take their places. Some big fans fun and grab their place up in the front by the guard rail that will later be pushing painfully into their stomach as the crowd pushes them against the cold metal. Someone will take their place in the middle, later to open up the pit. Some, like me, will take their places on the side, to look and take in the music as well as watching the passion and intensity that will go down in the pit.

Finally the band heads to the stage, the room quiets down as decibel and from the moment the first note is played, it is chaos. As once described in the Sundance Film SLC Punk, The pit is unorganized chaos and a connection. During the chorus of the song people rush towards the stage, screaming the lyrics into the lead singer’s microphone. A million voices surround the air. Sweat drips down necks, foreheads, backs. The air is musty and condensed. All that is in line of sight is a million arms, a million legs, a million faces. But none of it matters, because in that moment, people are piled on top of people, screaming words that only existed in speakers before. There is a connection being made. Everyone in that room is connected from the words that are being projected, and the music floating in the air. Heat is rising off of every body there. In that very moment that people are drawn together in a mass screaming words into a microphone, a few yards away, just as much intensity lies in the pit.

Kids are taking the aggression from work, school, and life in general and throwing it on the floor and stomping on it in one fast swift motion. Arms and legs are everywhere, in the air, on the ground. Sometimes a fist collides, but that is kind of the point. Everyone feels something different in the pit. While arms flail, and fists connect with body parts, something is going on inside. Emotions are almost tangible in the air. For some it’s anger. It’s letting out the built up frustration from the past. Some feel nothing. No love. No hate. No pain. Nothing but the music and the movements. It’s like an art. “I feel like I’m a machine and no one can stop me. I’m going to explode and no one can shut me off.” Says Treston Hutchinson. Some say they feel like they are home. Dancing and throwing down is a way of legal violence. But one thing that everyone agrees on is you can feel the raw pure energy. Most of all, it’s about leaving life’s baggage at the door and releasing yourself.

Another thing Hardcore shows have is a sense of family. Everyone is there for the same reason, everyone is connected in someway. We are all sharing a common purpose. Common terms among friends include bro, sis, and son. Brotherhood is a big part of the community at these shows. “I defiantly have a whole new family at shows; from my brother’s friends to random people I meet. They have my back and that’s what brothers do.” Jacob Eschborn says. It’s more than a community, it is a family. Some of these kids come from broken homes and a sense of family and support means the world to them, and that is what is offered. Everyone looks out for each other. People from all over, different towns and cities get together and share the experience. If a stranger was to look around, they would see a casual family. Hugs, joking around, and a lot of fun. Common interests are shared, and it makes a lasting connection. The people on the scene are constantly referring to each other as a second family. It makes it about more than the music; it’s what makes it a scene. This is a family you can hit; just keep it in the pit.

Seeing a band that has been playing in your ipod for years can be exhilarating. Their words and music touch you normally, and seeing them live is just the icing on the cake. It is a chance to give back to them what they have given you. They feeling that their songs give you, and sometimes the feeling that the songs take away from you. Seeing them benefits both parties. Obviously they make money off of your ticket and the merch that they sell. But giving back isn’t always about the money. Most of the bands are just stoked to see their fans. By screaming the lyrics or giving it your all in the pit, your are showing these bands that you are fan and appreciate the music that they pour their hearts and soul into. Sometimes the lyrics and music can change a life. At the end of Sarra Manning’s novel Guitar Girl, it is stated, “And despite everything I still believe you could write a song and change someone’s life”. Meeting the band can also be a connection, taking to someone that is a role model, and connects in the same way.

A hardcore show, in all its essence, is about connecting. Connecting with the band, connecting with the music, connecting with the people around you. Emotions are let out, anger and frustration that has been deep down inside. The lyrics, the beat, throwing down, it is all an outlet for emotion. The heart and soul of hardcore shows is connecting and emotion. The music blaring from the speakers radiates through my chest, and for once in my life, I feel at home. All in all, it is not a bad way to spend my adolescent years.

Let’s Break It Down.

Detail responses please.

1.  Why do you go to shows?
2.  Do you think shows help develop a sense of family amoung the people who actively attend shows ?
3.  What is your favourite aspect of going to a show ?
4.  Least favourite ?

Sometimes You Have To Dance On The Edge, To See The World.

No need for an introduction, ive read about girls like you on the backs of toilet doors.

The Local Millionaires will brain wash you. We will steal your soul, because your better off without it.
I brainwash you to take off your clothes. I brainwash you to have sex. I brainwash you to down that fuckin’ shot. I brainwash you to fuck society, and fuck mainstream. Would you rather be brainwashed into to being a 9-5 corprate fuck, or a attention-seeking trashy high heeled bitch ?

Live to your own deffinition of happiness.
Or, continue being brainwashed by me and follow with formula.
Mix one bottle of straight up alcohol [perferably Vodka, i think Smirnoff is the best], Subtract half the clothes you normally wear, show a little skin, Add a blunt or two, [Explore the classier side of weed, buy a Cosmopolitan blunt wrap], add a few more drugs [doesn’t matter which, use your judgement], and add something cute to occupy your bed at the end of the night.

You got nothing to lose. Our generation is already fucked up. We’re labeled as whores. So be a fuckin’ whore. We’re labeled as drunks, so down another shot. We’re labeled as drugged out, so go out and buy some drugs you pussy. They are what they make us, and we will make them regret their pretentious upbringing.

We are the revolution, with a gun in hand, with blood red lipstick.

Tonight little monsters, we’re the cool kids at the party

RIP Dani Gore.

RIP to Dani Gore who has left the Millionaires, one of my influnces for this blog, and my lifestyle. You will be missed Dani, and keep on partying.