Carterday 2009
March 6th
Back in about 1996, I decided certain things were important enough for me that they should be done at least once a year. Through ecstatic states do I touch divinity, reveal my own spirit, and refine myself ever to a more enlightened self. To create the setting, to have people to share it with, and a place in which it could be found, I declared there to be a Holiday. An Underground Holiday, with purpose and its own sort of ritual observance. So I would not forget. So we would not forget. And having been the one to think of it, it might as well be my birthday :)
And so did a great chaos visit us, and did we revel in it. And in years the chaos gained a momentum of its own, that even in years where I had not the will for it, would it happen anyway and still be good. Always, somehow, it would find a way. And in these days at the furthest tip of winters icy claw before the turning of the springing thaw the people have many festivals in many places. And lo did the people cry out "god damn I'm getting too old for this shit I mean how many parties can people have in a month?" but they were faithful of heart and persevered. And with great expressions of joy is the cold declared slain that spring may soon be upon us. Soon will Old Man Winter get the boogie funk bitch smacked disco style. Aw yea. Its on.
Back in about 1996, I decided certain things were important enough for me that they should be done at least once a year. Through ecstatic states do I touch divinity, reveal my own spirit, and refine myself ever to a more enlightened self. To create the setting, to have people to share it with, and a place in which it could be found, I declared there to be a Holiday. An Underground Holiday, with purpose and its own sort of ritual observance. So I would not forget. So we would not forget. And having been the one to think of it, it might as well be my birthday :)
And so did a great chaos visit us, and did we revel in it. And in years the chaos gained a momentum of its own, that even in years where I had not the will for it, would it happen anyway and still be good. Always, somehow, it would find a way. And in these days at the furthest tip of winters icy claw before the turning of the springing thaw the people have many festivals in many places. And lo did the people cry out "god damn I'm getting too old for this shit I mean how many parties can people have in a month?" but they were faithful of heart and persevered. And with great expressions of joy is the cold declared slain that spring may soon be upon us. Soon will Old Man Winter get the boogie funk bitch smacked disco style. Aw yea. Its on.