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Wed May 28, 2008, 3:22 PM
  • Listening to: Pony Up-The Truth About Cats and Dogs Is...
  • Reading: The Sky Is Falling On My Head: A Journey...
  • Watching: Harrison Ford "Can't Close Our Eyes" PSA
  • Drinking: Water
Like psychedelics and the novels of Frank Herbert, Flipside is really something you have to experience firsthand in order to understand and appreciate. Keeping this in mind will help while reading the following snippets of the mind/heart/body/soul altering time I had in the Pedernales Valley.

I spent my time fraternizing with clowns, poets, spacemen, tipsy gypsies, human unicorns, fire dancers, hippies, puppeteers, adventurers, sculptors, djs and tie-dye enthusiasts; listening to salacious haiku, watching blacklit croquet, attending tea parties and sock puppet poetry jams, sloshing through funhouses, bouncing on trampolines, whirling through balloon temples, eating beef jerky and dried fruit, lounging in space camp, tramping through the woods, communing with the stars, wading the creek, watching people and penguins do many, many things with fire, sunbathing topless, prancing around in pixie wings, hiking, hiking, hiking; questing for ice, learning belly dancing, relaxing in a genie bottle, meditating in a glowing labyrinth, receiving gifts from the universe, swimming naked in the moonlight, watching fireflies, absorbing hill country panoramas, watching my hair slowly weave itself into dreadlocks, writing and rearranging poetry, laughing, drinking, and dancing.

Dancing under flaming rainbow pyramids forming energy nexuses for dance floors, dancing amidst flame throwers and feathered men and fortune cookies in the street, dancing in glowing hexagonal globes, dancing in nefarious circuses, dancing in tents, dancing on trails, dancing in the creek. Dancing to dark psy trance, dancing to happy hardcore, dancing to drum and bass, dancing to dub stub, dancing to indian ambient, dancing to hard dance, dancing to bongo drums, dancing to wooden flutes, dancing to cricket chirps, dancing to the wind or the beat in my own head.

I did everything I hoped except attend naked tea.

And that is merely a fraction of the sights, sounds, feelings, tastes, treats, delights, thoughts and thrills I experienced.

I found myself on the Flipside.











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