Where do I begin, Burning Man 2006...I've heard about it since 1994 from my dear friend Dave, been involved with people who go, and dreamt about going. It truly is indescribable, unimaginable, and something that you just must experience for yourself. It is not for the faint of heart, nor for the weak of will, it is somewhere you must yearn to be, for if you are weary, you will not even get there. The conditions are harsh, the emotions run high, sleep is deprived and forgetting to eat a substantial meal is common. Everything is covered in a thin layer of dust. Hair feels like straw and skin becomes dry. One must bring everything to survive, nothing is provided except for ice and coffee (don't ask why coffee is a necessity). All of this and people still come. They arrive in their compact cars, their trucks, their cranes, their container ship storage units. They will set up their camp for just a few days and create the most delicious village one has ever experienced. A village based on creativity and pure self expression. There are no limits out there. You can find anything, you can find nothing, but it will always be unexpected.
My friends turned into Seaweed, Cotton Candie aka The Silver Surfer aka Captain A-Go-Go, Love More, Neon, Vista, Ambrosia, Radiator, Root and many more. Who are these people? We'd never know until that moment. Are these people the real them or the them they decided to try on for today? I am misha cuttle.
And then there are the people and things out there - outside our camp - the Pee Funnel Camp, the Cleu Camp, The Deep End, Opulent Temple. The pirate ships, the blowup sea anemone with the woman inside moving the arms, the cuddle pods at the end of the world, the random poet smoking a cigar and calling me sweetie in his shack on the playa wrote a poem about my tits, the fires, the serpent, the blinking lights, the bars, the gifts, the water slide, the water truck, carrying ice on my head from center camp riding my bike with no hands (new world record), watching the sunrise in the hammock with a new friend, making out at the man, dancing with the man in red on the riser, running into Cotton Candy randomly, out with the three boys dancing, Critical Tits and hearing "I love you, you're all so beautiful", snow cones, French maids,
silver cowgirls on the cat walk,
yummy dinner with the family every night, "Playa People" party, the Oracle getting hitched, nakedness, the dressup area, dancing until my feet felt like they were going to fall off, pickup sticks, grassy wet triangle, Dr Wasabi and his Wasabi martinis, the postal office - trying to get a damn postcard is practically impossible - those people are hard to please, making out with random boys, being Talya's first real girl kiss, having heart-to-hearts, drinking tequila shots, dancing in front of a black light painting, seeing my wife on the bar with a bull horn, trying to keep up with the Silver Surfer on my bike, the Tesla coil, fire launchers, danger, heat, love, passion, joy, tears, intensity, overload, stimulus. I love Wet Ones.
Journey back, sleep deprived, hamburger and nice people, getting lost, finding our friends, kicked out of Patagonia parking lot by the insecure security guard, keep going, sleeping at the Best Western parking lot, Seaweed runs through sprinklers, bikini bottoms top "gorgeous darling", breakfast with our family, Surf Pink, default world is weird, there's the train, Aikida's pie, Abraham, sleeping, mattress in the back - so illegal, unloading savior friend, Seaweed can't find Cotton Candie's house.
My friends turned into Seaweed, Cotton Candie aka The Silver Surfer aka Captain A-Go-Go, Love More, Neon, Vista, Ambrosia, Radiator, Root and many more. Who are these people? We'd never know until that moment. Are these people the real them or the them they decided to try on for today? I am misha cuttle.
And then there are the people and things out there - outside our camp - the Pee Funnel Camp, the Cleu Camp, The Deep End, Opulent Temple. The pirate ships, the blowup sea anemone with the woman inside moving the arms, the cuddle pods at the end of the world, the random poet smoking a cigar and calling me sweetie in his shack on the playa wrote a poem about my tits, the fires, the serpent, the blinking lights, the bars, the gifts, the water slide, the water truck, carrying ice on my head from center camp riding my bike with no hands (new world record), watching the sunrise in the hammock with a new friend, making out at the man, dancing with the man in red on the riser, running into Cotton Candy randomly, out with the three boys dancing, Critical Tits and hearing "I love you, you're all so beautiful", snow cones, French maids,
silver cowgirls on the cat walk,
yummy dinner with the family every night, "Playa People" party, the Oracle getting hitched, nakedness, the dressup area, dancing until my feet felt like they were going to fall off, pickup sticks, grassy wet triangle, Dr Wasabi and his Wasabi martinis, the postal office - trying to get a damn postcard is practically impossible - those people are hard to please, making out with random boys, being Talya's first real girl kiss, having heart-to-hearts, drinking tequila shots, dancing in front of a black light painting, seeing my wife on the bar with a bull horn, trying to keep up with the Silver Surfer on my bike, the Tesla coil, fire launchers, danger, heat, love, passion, joy, tears, intensity, overload, stimulus. I love Wet Ones.
Journey back, sleep deprived, hamburger and nice people, getting lost, finding our friends, kicked out of Patagonia parking lot by the insecure security guard, keep going, sleeping at the Best Western parking lot, Seaweed runs through sprinklers, bikini bottoms top "gorgeous darling", breakfast with our family, Surf Pink, default world is weird, there's the train, Aikida's pie, Abraham, sleeping, mattress in the back - so illegal, unloading savior friend, Seaweed can't find Cotton Candie's house.
40pres:
never go into the deep end unless you can think you can swim...