okay, so you think you want to go to Afterburn.

You think you can handle being away from your candy bars that satisfy? your SUV wet dreamed drip dried reality? Or is it, unreality. What will it feel like when for the first time in scores of days, your not bombarded with solicitations and artistic perversions--images of idealism in cardboard reveries? No, no is it possible to find you family in every face? Could it be? Could we embrace eachother as brothers and sisters under holy spires of flame?

surely, surely all the "sacrifice" , the begging friends to pickup shifts, asking for time off work, forgoing income for a few days, commitments, responsibilities, our favorite televisions shows (for me John Stewert and Steven Colbert) ...but all that will be worth it right? the gas money to drive, the walmart nightmare...do i have to skew the story for my mom..."where going camping, mom..." or do we just say it to our friends "...yeah, i'm going to get naked for three days, bake myself in clay, eat canned meat over hot flames, and repeat the words "groovy" 15 times in the company of a 56 year old fire juggler in a theme camp full of bumble bees under a canopy of glow stick stalactites below which I will sway like a tree in the wind...a tea anduwin...a tea anduwin...

and so forth.

so we're going right? we wouldn't not go. We wouldn't not hold back? lets do it then, bring your random shite, bring your balloon imaginations, bring your bits of creativity so that we can build a fort of childlike beginnings and endings, a spiritual befuddling objectifying whirlygig-bomboozlement.

plop.

i'm ready.