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Happy Birthday to all my Taurus and my dearly beloved Gemini friends!! (Goddamn if I'm not a sucker for those Gemini boys!!! Ummmummm! Let me tell yall bout my night...

It began with a trek over hill, over dale, thorough bush, thorough brier, over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire to a teepee on a hill in Canoncito where a collection of beautiful bedraggled Taurians and Gemini folk had congregated to trip under the fine full New Mexico moon. I made the scene with two of my favorite allis- the luminous Carolina (pronounced: Card-o-leeeena with a Spanish accent) and the illustrious Sierra, wine bottle in hand. We were met by a tripping Hoku, a river-wet Alex, a soon-to-be-tripping-balls Molly, her quite lover Phil and a fated Mario... and some other people that were too dull to recall.

After some quality hugs and kisses, we gathered in the teepee (the great mother womb, which is ironic because I'm fighting with my mom and am trying to get as far away from wombs as possible) where we proceeded to consume vast amounts of mushrooms with much pomp and ceremony and sage smoke.

While everyone headed for the hills, so-to-speak, on an epic hike, Sierra and I, the official cynics of the group who were fairly certain that hiking a mountain on mushrooms right before dark sounded like a recipe for disaster, stripped to our birthday suits (pun intended) and played in the river like the dirty little nymphs we are.

In a while we wandered back to the empty camp where we, freaked out a bit by the womb, laid out Carolina's Burning Man tarp, licked some playa dust and waited for something to happen .

Eventually a commotion of boys came barreling down the mountain carrying an incapacitated and dissipated Hoku , who from the teepee eventually became the soundtrack loop for the night, yelling "YOUR SCARED! SHES SCARY! I'm FUCKED UP!!!" over and over (you coulda timed your watch by it) followed by shrieks of laughter. Between him and this guy playing some God-awful African (I assume) instrument that sounded exactly like the music from Little Mermaid, its a wonder everybody wasn't propelled on a stark raving bad trip.

I for one wasn't exactly tripping so much as I was having a delightful body high. Sierra and I spent a good deal of time on our tarp (the safe place for anti-socials) talking shit and laughing hysterically. At some point Carolina morphed into a creature and climbed a tree and Molly wandered off and was found laying on the road, convinced the trees were going to eat her and Sierra materialized a bottle of wine. Of course the wine key had been stolen by fairies by this point and so the next hour was spent with Sierra going McGyver (sp?) on the wine bottle. Eventually she found a house i guess where a cork screw was procured because the next great tale was the joke of how Sierra didn't see the husband but the wife gave her his cork screw....

So Sierra and I drank wine and it was just enough of a push to send me over the edge into a blissful delirium and somehow there was a Gemini boy on the other end to catch me...

Though his name is Mario, in all poems that will come of this night, he will forever be "The Wizard" because all night he was burning all these fantastic things, gun powder and dragons blood and such.

Anyway, it was at about this time that the Gemini and I started getting friendly on the tarp away from which we soon snuck into the woods with the smallest blanket in creation. Lets just say this morning the fairies had stolen my shirt, I had twigs in my panties and bruises everywhere from eager teeth and the rocks that are so prevalent on forest floors these days.

For the record, I just began "The Penis Diareeees" in which I document and rate my lovers, and the Geminis (of which there are a suspicious many) never fail to bring in less than four stars. Its just too bad we are the least compatible signs in the Zodiac.

ps. I have a slinkster kewl set coming up so stay tuned. And if you like epic tales I'm sure this wont be the last one!