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Whoa. A weird wind has blown across the CyberBuss Camp on this the morning of the burn. Everyone has wordlessly agreed to utter not a human word, so everyone sits in their corners with maniacal smiles on their faces, glowing like mental patients. From time to time an eruption of hoots spreads through camp, but then each returns to silently laughing alone. Someone is circulating a piece of paper with some writings on it decrying the purchase of Burning Mann by Viacom, a purchase we at wrybread radio roundly decry: "Viacom wins the war. The victory trumpets bellow on 99.5 fm [Radio Free Burning Man, the crap-ass wannabe commercial radio station]. The last front CyberBuss funcitoning in conjunction with wrybread was captured. No prisoners would talk. All communicated in a strange priminitve language beholding animal noises, jibber and vibrations that rung out on da playa. El Gustavo [our ace alarmist DJ] is still missing. Some say he followed strange lights on the playa where roam the Playa Chicken. "This just in: one of the prisoners is attempting to say a human word. El Gustavo is still missing but has found female refuge. Maybe a helicopter remnant. We were told the El Nino winds shifted the constellations and the clocks are thrown off. I am leaving to get help. Do U speak English, French, Italian, Burning Man?" And outside everyone is still preternaturally still, and the silence is raised only by a far off brass band laconically playing Happy Birthday To Somone, and by the ocassional Viacom prisoner letting out a giddy yelp before returning to an explosion of grins. Cyber Sam is the grinningest of all, and he's wearing the amulet he made from a vegetable steamer, so he's doing admirable battle with the forces that are trying to be. He just read what I wrote and signaled his agreement with a volley of strange farts. He just proclaimed, in a rare lapse into the human lingual form, "the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Look what happened to El Gustavo." He just passed me a flier with the scrawl "Sanguine of Mother Earth have evolved us in Ritual back to Earth." He told me to add it to the entry, and assured me that it is of primest importance. So there you have it. Sunday, with weird winds in the air, |
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