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Since my mad musings about Flipside 2006 have been headlining here for, like, ever, I thought it best to share a thought on Flipside 2007 before Dr. Tiki's Combustible Medicine Show actually happens.

SO! What about Flipside 2007?

Flipside 2007 was wet. Really fucking wet. Seriously, it rained a lot.

Also, we manufactured a snowball fight.

-Fin-

Flipside was brought to the Baba by camp Beer and (Arcadia) Darts, home of the Happy Barrel Monkey Lucky, the glowing throwies (sorry Andy, forgot the real name) and the glowing throwie tree, the iScream truck, the Rain Room and the Hippie Hunting Blind. — thanks for the great times guys and gals!

Important things I learnt

• Yes, it is actually possible to get desensitized to seeing hot naked women (and naked people in general). The only other piece of art in the world that has given me this kind of effect is Verhoeven's Showgirls, which can make even the horniest man sick of seeing boobies. While Showgirls is entertaining in its own way, I prefer the burner method.
• If you're not glowing or blinking, you don't exist.
• Drink lots of water. No, seriously, drink lots of water.
• People... people are fascinating.
• Zombie weddings are cool.

Quick Highlights

• Captain Banana Bread
• getting spanked by a hot naked woman on the way in at the greeter station
• camping in the Texas Hill Country
• topless girls riding a vintage fire truck
• the huge jukebox playing Roky Erickson's Burn the Flames during the burn
• human "horses" in bondage gear pulling the bride's carriage for the zombie wedding
• fire
• good times with good friends

Moral of the Story

• I truly hope when distant future generations look back on us in this severely fucked up time of ours, that they consider things like Flipside and realize that we could sometimes be interesting and creative and get along with each other, and that there were some of us who didn't spend all their time trying to steal money from someone else.

phone of the future
consolodating my life
god of my data

multifunction joy
wireless world is mine
hope tumor not come

the shower caddy
true yuppie accessory
not bohemian

my shower caddy
keeps my soap from eroding
but it's so ugly

new bane of my life
shower caddy delima
my innocence lost

nut cracking dope fiend
without a shower caddy
seven dollars lost

protector of soap
representative of kitsch
un-bohemian

my soap and scrub brush
now near loofa and shampoo
brings calm in shower

	in the lobby i now wait
	my mind in a futile state
	i listen to a string quartet
	liquor in my stomach sets.
	an ambassador of france
	who directs a formal stance
	from many a worldly man
	and some with an iron hand
	[here i sit and contemplate
	 meanings of the number eight]
	there two black clad women are
	before they will find a car
	a man with gloves of white says
	"here is where the action is"
	his picture they will now take
	a mem'ry for them he makes.
	now comes the ambassador
	with ambiance his voice soars
	to every ear near the stand
	"i'm going to disneyland"	

Notes: from an experience in Bangkok, Thailand

	hiding behind old curtains
	peering out the large window
	a young boy, one misty morning,
	views sights of secret joy
	
	bare feet on cold marble
	hands rubbing eyes, a yawn
	he sees grandfather in the garden
	long white beard, flowing blue robes
	
	peaceful stillness and fog
	living in a separate world
	grandfather with a wooden basket
	of intricate, delicate carving
	
	gemstones large and small
	showing many wonderful colours
	in this worn, loved basket
	carried through a wizard's garden.
	
	the wizard bends down
	with gardener's tools as
	an early morning chill
  

	the partition of an end
	allows the dragon to see
	what the flowers do hide
	behind a river of black
	with thorns on one side
	microbes longing to be

	in step with every trend
	i wear a gold tie tack

	in a field of deep green
	with a sky of remarkable hue
	the man in earth tones is seen
	his deep set eyes are blue

	those eyes surveyed the world
	with deep interest and intent
	many mysteries yet unfurled
	and false knowledge he is sent

	staring into the bleak distance
	wondering at some lost meaning
	analyzing life's every instance
	dissecting how society is leaning

	he lifted his arms spread wide
	overwhelmed and asking why
	questioning how we lived and died
	not knowing but wanting to try

	as a subtle reply or answer
	his world then slowly opens
	the sky falls to a dark cancer