I'm not going to the desert this year(fine with me), but I'd love to see video that goes with this poem thingy.
How to enjoy the Burning Man Experience from the Comfort of your Own Home:
Pay an escort of your affectional preference subset to
not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and
sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a
lover back home at the end of the night.
Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10
hours in any direction.
Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet
to come over and party.
When they leave, follow them back to their homes,
drink all their booze, and break things.
Stack all your fans in one corner of the living room.
Put on your most fabulous outfit.
Turn the fans on full blast.
Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.
Buy a new set of expensive camping gear.
Lean back in a chair until that point where you're
just about to fall over, but you catch yourself at the last moment. Hold
that position for 9 hours.
Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3
Drain all the water from the toilet.
Only flush it every 3 days.
Hide all the toilet paper.
Set your house thermostat so it's 50 degrees for the
first hour of sleep and 100 degrees the rest of the night.
Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various
parts of your body.
Forget how you did it.
Don't go to a doctor.
"Downsize" last year's camp by adding two geodesic
domes, a new sound system, art car, and 20 newbies.
Don't sleep for 5 days.
Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs.
Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for
the perfect, most outrageous costume.
Forget to pack it.
Shop at Wal-mart, Cost-Co, and Home Depot until your
car is completely packed with stuff.
Tell everyone that you're going to a "Leave-No-Trace"
event. Empty your car into a dumpster.
Read "Dhalgren" by Samuel R. Delany.
Read "The City Not Long After" by Pat Murphy.
Cut off the bindings, throw all the pages up in the
air, and shuffle them back together.
Reread "The City After Dhalgren" by Samuel Murphy.
Burn it. Read the ashes.
Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or
until you think you are going to scream. Scream.
Realize you'll love the music for the rest of your
Spend 5 months planning a "theme camp" like it's the
invasion of Normandy.
Spend Monday-Wednesday building the camp.
Spend Thurs-Sunday nowhere near camp because you're
sick of it or can't find it.
Walk around your neighborhood and knock on doors until
someone offers you cocktails and dinner.
Bust your ass for a "community."
See all the attention get focused on the drama queen crybaby.
Get so drunk you can't recognize your own house.
Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours.
Tell your boss you aren't coming to work this week but
he should "gift" you a paycheck anyway.
When he refuses accuse him of not loving the "community".
Search alleys until you find a couch so unbelievably
tacky and nasty filthy that a state college frat house wouldn't want it.
Take a nap on the couch and sleep like you are king of the world.
Ask your most annoying neighbor to interrupt your fun
several times a day with third hand gossip about every horrible thing
that's happened in the last 24 hours. Have them wear khaki.
Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali's more
disturbing, but beautiful paintings. Climb inside it.
Before eating any food, drop it in a sandbox and lick a battery.
Mail $200 to the Reno casino of your choice.
Spend thousands of dollars and several months of your
life building a deeply personal art work. Hide it in a funhouse on the edge
of the city. Hire people to come by and alternate saying "I love it" and
"this sucks balls". Blow it up.
Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop
of drum'n'bass until the embers are cold.
Make a list of all the things you'll do different next year. Never look at
Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms,
a crocodile and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're hallucinating.
Now, I haven't seen it in a couple of years, but one of you people has got to have it sitting around somewhere, maybe a link. I'd LOVE to rehost it.
It was found!~~~~