Fly like an eagle and let the spirit carry me..

Its one week to the day until i go gung-ho on America's ass and fly out to the realm of king Bush..Im making special flags, worrying about costumes and writing articles for the burning man paper called the black rock beacon-i'd like to have my own columm (Turts burners) where i have an interview with a burner and get to know the man behind the burner, or the burner behind the woman, or something.

Right now im dealing with banks and agencies desperately trying to get money im owed. Dealing with them is like running after a person whose been rolling around in grease for an hour who screams involutarily "your never gonna catch me", its like having wet bread shoved up every orifice by a man without a face.

Its degrading! and i don't like it.

So all of this preperation is going on and im also getting ready to move in with my wife-to-be so im deliberately being as slobby as i can before i have to start listening to those jif adverts. Earlier i bought some doughnuts and sat there watching star trek breathing heavily and watching gleefully as large chunks of the doughnut went down the side of the sofa..Honestly, this is why i have so many friends.

Now, time is getting on and dinner needs to be eaten, i might just head up to the store, maybe some doritos, a little salsa and an old friend of mine called Men in black 2.

Burning man is not going to know what hit it!

I love you all

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