Debaucherous
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This is my second burning man trip report from 2011. Taken from http://debaucherous.wordpress.com
The last night of burning man is signified by the temple burn. The night previous is the burning of the man itself. This is signified by massive explosions, fireworks, hundreds of obscenely loud art cars, and just every sort of inebriated individual you could ever encounter. The temple burn seems to bring a real sense of closure and finality to the burning man experience. It's antipodal of the crazy loud obscene party of the night before as no-one makes a sound, everyone sits in peace, respect, and awe.
Check out pictures of the temple, and the temple burn... like actually stop what you're doing and youtube/google that shit for 2011, there was a team of 50 engineers/architects working on the project from around the world.... it is one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Do it... right now... (theres a picture on my blog)
and I'll continue my tale.
As you can see the 5 story, 6 building structure, is nothing short of awe inspiring. People have spent the entire week amassing journals, writing notes for passed loved ones, writing out personal changes/struggles they are trying to let go of. There were hundreds of small memorials set up. Within the temple walls there was manifested a collection of the passion and emotion of tens of thousands of people from any and every walk of life.
And they burned it down to nothing.
A few hours prior to this glorious outpouring of humanity we decided we needed to get in a highly susceptible state to the emotional roller coaster we thought would ensue. Walking through there days previous in a completely sober mind brought us to tears. Listening to the beautiful music, and watching people stand in awe of this hallowed ground was overwhelming.
So we did 3 hits each of acid.
(A quick aside)
It was my birthday at midnight of that day, some of our friends decided that "they [she] couldn't spend another day in that heat, it was too much to bear, they [she] needed to be out of there (it was one girl complaining mostly)". They decided the didn't want to wait for 2 hours for my birthday to happen, and they needed to leave right after. So being the exceptionally kind individual I am, I gave the very loud, abrasive member of their caravan 5 hits of acid (telling him we were all taking that much). I felt bad that they would be stuck with him for the next 8 hours while he was tripping and talking his balls off loudly from 10pm until sometime the next morning... but if you're gonna be a cunt about not staying for 2 more hours when the very reason you're at burning man was because I convinced everyone to go the year previous... well FUCK you! So I maliciously put a frying and obnoxious fellow into that car to make them regret ever not attending my birthday.... (I sound like I'm 5 i know)
(Back to the main event)
We were coming up, but not with the same intensity as previous experiences (4 nights of MDMA, 2 nights of K, mushrooms, and a couple acid days, maybe dulled the intensity because of tolerance, or just exhaustion). The temple shimmered and moved more than a solid structure should, so we knew we were infact tripping. But it was more subtle than normal, and a real lucidity was present in our thought. Nevertheless with tens of thousands of souls amassed around this spectacle, all sitting in complete silence, the emotion was overwhelming. Everyone holding hands, hugging, crying, and reveling in the glory and heat of the flames. We stayed in silence for hours, no-one moving, no-one wanting to break the peace surrounding everyone. It was amazing knowing that what we experienced, walking around this massive structure, seeing all the humanity contained within, was a completely unique experience. The temporal state it existed in, its 2 week lifespan, and the experiences of the 50,000 people surrounding it, was completely original. The structure was gone, the writings, the journals, the memorials, all spiraled into the smoke. All that remained was the shared memories between all of us, and the never to be replicated experience contained within.
As the flames died, we said goodbye to the early leavers (and chuckled at the suffering they would endure with the frying fellow that would be in their sleepless van for the next 10 hours), and prepared for a final night of partying. We sat around our disassembled campsite, hanging around some candles, our cooler, and smoked a joint or few. Checking the clock every 10 minutes counting down to celebrate my day of womb exiting. We all bumped some K, or did some G, or both, which along with the acid and excessive drinking put us in quite a strange headspace. Suddenly a giant exercise ball floated by us in the wind. We managed to grab it, decide this was a sign from god it must be my birthday and this was my first present. We popped a bottle of Moet-Chandon Imperial (fancy old fermented grape juice), did some more drugs, then went out for an adventure.
We walked around the playa, stumbling about swilling champagne. We watched fire dancers, shared our plethora of substance with new friends we made. I got a bunch of hugs from strangers/new friends, got some trinkets and continued on a desert adventure. I was fighting waves of nausea from the ketamine, and waves of wanting to bang, from the booze, seeing naked people all day, and having a sexy girlfriend. We found a strange roped off structure, and climbed into it despite all the warning signs. It was a nice comfortable place to hang out, and we relaxed there for a bit. Since it was my birthday, blowjobs were just an obvious thing to be getting, so drinking champagne, looking out into the playa, and getting a psychadelic bj from my frying companion was just a wonderful state of affairs. My stomach had a different plan than my balls apparently, and the nausea won a battle for my attention. I kindly asked her to wait a moment, and I threw up over the side of the structure.
I always feel bad when I'm inebriated and have to puke while sexxing, I can't imagine it makes the other party feel very good about what they're doing, I merely lost the battle of sex vs puke, and is almost never the fault of the other party.
Apparently during puking my bloodflow diverted to somewhere that wasn't towards my more pleasurable organs, so apparently it was no longer time for fellatio. We got our act together, and continued on our adventure. We went to the remnants of the temple... where we saw some old/ugly people having sex, we shrugged, cheered, and continued our walk. Saw about 30 naked people hanging around the coals and embers, marveled at their lack of aesthetic appeal. We then were drawn into some flashing neon music and saw a pirate ship. We climbed aboard with about 50 people and a speaker system that was vibrating the ground for about 500 feet in any direction from it. It was literally a 15 foot tall ship, with a 12 foot tall speaker system climbing up both sides. We couldn't even dance, we just basked in the bizarre stereophonic spectacle. There were hot dancers in very little clothing, a fat old man in a captains outfit who was holding a conductors baton and was somehow directing the party. We stepped further away, and watched as the bouncing musical ship vibrated our skulls from a distance.
Our ears were saturated, and our bodies fatigued. Plus we had to pee, and though I mastered the art of the pisswalk (it is exactly what it sounds like), my cohort wasn't as capable. We made our way back, on the way I saw a giant structure with these crazy flashing wings that moved in time with the music it was playing. I couldn't come up with a word for it in my fucked up state... I said "lets walk towards that pelican". Now this thing looked nothing like a pelican, it was simply a 3 story structure made of scaffolding with shiny wings. In my drunk, acidy, K addled brain apparently pelican was the word that was associated with it. My companion quickly replied "what the fuck? I don't have my glasses but there's no way there's a pelican out here in the desert". I pointed at that big structure and said "pelican". She queried as to why I affiliated an obvious not pelican, with the word pelican. I said because a) acid is a hell of a drug, and b) that I've rarely actually needed to use the word pelican, and that if I associated the word pelican with structures like this I would probably use the word more, perhaps giving it more validity in my own life. She told me I was both insane, and that I was completely full of philosophical bullshit. Both of which were fairly accurate statements.
We found a urine repository for my ladyfriend. Finished off the champagne, stumbled around some more, and made our way back to camp. We checked the time, realized we needed to be awake in 2.5 hours, so had some both quick and much needed coitus, curled up, and tried to catch an hour or two of much needed sleep.
Happy Birthday to Me
http://debuacherous.wordpress.com and on twitter Debaucherous1
The last night of burning man is signified by the temple burn. The night previous is the burning of the man itself. This is signified by massive explosions, fireworks, hundreds of obscenely loud art cars, and just every sort of inebriated individual you could ever encounter. The temple burn seems to bring a real sense of closure and finality to the burning man experience. It's antipodal of the crazy loud obscene party of the night before as no-one makes a sound, everyone sits in peace, respect, and awe.
Check out pictures of the temple, and the temple burn... like actually stop what you're doing and youtube/google that shit for 2011, there was a team of 50 engineers/architects working on the project from around the world.... it is one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Do it... right now... (theres a picture on my blog)
and I'll continue my tale.
As you can see the 5 story, 6 building structure, is nothing short of awe inspiring. People have spent the entire week amassing journals, writing notes for passed loved ones, writing out personal changes/struggles they are trying to let go of. There were hundreds of small memorials set up. Within the temple walls there was manifested a collection of the passion and emotion of tens of thousands of people from any and every walk of life.
And they burned it down to nothing.
A few hours prior to this glorious outpouring of humanity we decided we needed to get in a highly susceptible state to the emotional roller coaster we thought would ensue. Walking through there days previous in a completely sober mind brought us to tears. Listening to the beautiful music, and watching people stand in awe of this hallowed ground was overwhelming.
So we did 3 hits each of acid.
(A quick aside)
It was my birthday at midnight of that day, some of our friends decided that "they [she] couldn't spend another day in that heat, it was too much to bear, they [she] needed to be out of there (it was one girl complaining mostly)". They decided the didn't want to wait for 2 hours for my birthday to happen, and they needed to leave right after. So being the exceptionally kind individual I am, I gave the very loud, abrasive member of their caravan 5 hits of acid (telling him we were all taking that much). I felt bad that they would be stuck with him for the next 8 hours while he was tripping and talking his balls off loudly from 10pm until sometime the next morning... but if you're gonna be a cunt about not staying for 2 more hours when the very reason you're at burning man was because I convinced everyone to go the year previous... well FUCK you! So I maliciously put a frying and obnoxious fellow into that car to make them regret ever not attending my birthday.... (I sound like I'm 5 i know)
(Back to the main event)
We were coming up, but not with the same intensity as previous experiences (4 nights of MDMA, 2 nights of K, mushrooms, and a couple acid days, maybe dulled the intensity because of tolerance, or just exhaustion). The temple shimmered and moved more than a solid structure should, so we knew we were infact tripping. But it was more subtle than normal, and a real lucidity was present in our thought. Nevertheless with tens of thousands of souls amassed around this spectacle, all sitting in complete silence, the emotion was overwhelming. Everyone holding hands, hugging, crying, and reveling in the glory and heat of the flames. We stayed in silence for hours, no-one moving, no-one wanting to break the peace surrounding everyone. It was amazing knowing that what we experienced, walking around this massive structure, seeing all the humanity contained within, was a completely unique experience. The temporal state it existed in, its 2 week lifespan, and the experiences of the 50,000 people surrounding it, was completely original. The structure was gone, the writings, the journals, the memorials, all spiraled into the smoke. All that remained was the shared memories between all of us, and the never to be replicated experience contained within.
As the flames died, we said goodbye to the early leavers (and chuckled at the suffering they would endure with the frying fellow that would be in their sleepless van for the next 10 hours), and prepared for a final night of partying. We sat around our disassembled campsite, hanging around some candles, our cooler, and smoked a joint or few. Checking the clock every 10 minutes counting down to celebrate my day of womb exiting. We all bumped some K, or did some G, or both, which along with the acid and excessive drinking put us in quite a strange headspace. Suddenly a giant exercise ball floated by us in the wind. We managed to grab it, decide this was a sign from god it must be my birthday and this was my first present. We popped a bottle of Moet-Chandon Imperial (fancy old fermented grape juice), did some more drugs, then went out for an adventure.
We walked around the playa, stumbling about swilling champagne. We watched fire dancers, shared our plethora of substance with new friends we made. I got a bunch of hugs from strangers/new friends, got some trinkets and continued on a desert adventure. I was fighting waves of nausea from the ketamine, and waves of wanting to bang, from the booze, seeing naked people all day, and having a sexy girlfriend. We found a strange roped off structure, and climbed into it despite all the warning signs. It was a nice comfortable place to hang out, and we relaxed there for a bit. Since it was my birthday, blowjobs were just an obvious thing to be getting, so drinking champagne, looking out into the playa, and getting a psychadelic bj from my frying companion was just a wonderful state of affairs. My stomach had a different plan than my balls apparently, and the nausea won a battle for my attention. I kindly asked her to wait a moment, and I threw up over the side of the structure.
I always feel bad when I'm inebriated and have to puke while sexxing, I can't imagine it makes the other party feel very good about what they're doing, I merely lost the battle of sex vs puke, and is almost never the fault of the other party.
Apparently during puking my bloodflow diverted to somewhere that wasn't towards my more pleasurable organs, so apparently it was no longer time for fellatio. We got our act together, and continued on our adventure. We went to the remnants of the temple... where we saw some old/ugly people having sex, we shrugged, cheered, and continued our walk. Saw about 30 naked people hanging around the coals and embers, marveled at their lack of aesthetic appeal. We then were drawn into some flashing neon music and saw a pirate ship. We climbed aboard with about 50 people and a speaker system that was vibrating the ground for about 500 feet in any direction from it. It was literally a 15 foot tall ship, with a 12 foot tall speaker system climbing up both sides. We couldn't even dance, we just basked in the bizarre stereophonic spectacle. There were hot dancers in very little clothing, a fat old man in a captains outfit who was holding a conductors baton and was somehow directing the party. We stepped further away, and watched as the bouncing musical ship vibrated our skulls from a distance.
Our ears were saturated, and our bodies fatigued. Plus we had to pee, and though I mastered the art of the pisswalk (it is exactly what it sounds like), my cohort wasn't as capable. We made our way back, on the way I saw a giant structure with these crazy flashing wings that moved in time with the music it was playing. I couldn't come up with a word for it in my fucked up state... I said "lets walk towards that pelican". Now this thing looked nothing like a pelican, it was simply a 3 story structure made of scaffolding with shiny wings. In my drunk, acidy, K addled brain apparently pelican was the word that was associated with it. My companion quickly replied "what the fuck? I don't have my glasses but there's no way there's a pelican out here in the desert". I pointed at that big structure and said "pelican". She queried as to why I affiliated an obvious not pelican, with the word pelican. I said because a) acid is a hell of a drug, and b) that I've rarely actually needed to use the word pelican, and that if I associated the word pelican with structures like this I would probably use the word more, perhaps giving it more validity in my own life. She told me I was both insane, and that I was completely full of philosophical bullshit. Both of which were fairly accurate statements.
We found a urine repository for my ladyfriend. Finished off the champagne, stumbled around some more, and made our way back to camp. We checked the time, realized we needed to be awake in 2.5 hours, so had some both quick and much needed coitus, curled up, and tried to catch an hour or two of much needed sleep.
Happy Birthday to Me
http://debuacherous.wordpress.com and on twitter Debaucherous1
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