PLAYA DEL FUEGOPDF, oft described as an 'East Coast Burning Man,' seemed much more modest and wet and insect-ridden. Arash rape-bullied me into going, despite the fact that neither of us were A) socially liberal in any way or B) ever nude for any reason at any time. So here's what happened  Natural state under the Army tent. Me, Dougle, Katherine and Gerald had many an hour of succor to come here from the unrelenting, unusually unrainy onset of summer hell Open for business Meghan and Dav, and his coworkers the enclosed East Wing offers further succor and enough food, water and liquor to keep scavengers coming after us for 'gifts' all fest long night's first touch some love some party some just enjoy the intense kinesthesia of bearskin rugs and bro-knees we had nice neighbors
Arash made poi out of the stuffed animals wheo were the willing subjects of our oligarchy and this is when Doug was just getting good
even I got up and burdened everyone with my rank amateur twirlings
Dav had a bizarre minus world counterpart who did everything he did, short of touch therapy (maybe?) Katherine creates some sort of shameful new fetish poi innovation 2.0: cosmetology dummies if only we could have set them aflame this neighbor was a really good dj with an attendant profile our resident English The ambient climate led to overachievement
yep Kerri Beset on all sides by heat and naked flesh, your eyes do things like this all day then night came and turned eyes of flesh into eyes of flame
The thing is, your camera never gets the best things, not that it would understand them. It can't get high or interact with people, it can't differentiate light the way you can, or mutate the way it bounces off people until it's become something completely different. It can't measure invisible things. In the meantime, more fire dancers (but not the big burn, but not the folk singer, but not the affectionate hoop dancers, but not the tents coming down in the storm that flew in nearly without warning, alas) See, even Arash doesn't respect the camera
bye-bye, outer rim bye-bye, fairy and her husband and bye-bye, Smelly Melly one more for old time's sake, ok? so we can see what we can't keep |
