Feb 21, 2006 08:00
A guided meditation…
Close your mind’s eye (because it’s hard to read this otherwise) and step out of the long ass car ride that has been the last couple weeks.
Smell the dry
Feel the dry alkaline goodness cover your skin and crack your sinuses.
Ah the playa
Open your minds eye and see a lizard man and a ballerina playing leapfrog
Blow Job man hugs us hello. We say, hello blow job man, have you seen naked bacon man?
Your inner child runs to the dome and puts on her favorite super hero outfit that she made out of a lamp shade, parts from an old dryer and crinoline, perfect perfection.
In the playa in my mind we need no sunscreen and we never have to potty in the porta potty.
Gather your friends all 30,000 of them and get on the happy bar.
The happy bar is playing surf music, but it’s show tunes done to surf rhythm. A tall drink of water in too much lipstick and half a sarong hands you a drink.
We laugh and sing and drive around looking at the art.
I see a giant twister board and we all transform into four huge bodies and play. On lookers turn into a giant finger to spin the spinner.
What art do you see?