These ships are representatives of an army of the divine, each is an altar, an object of meditation, who's power can transform how we perceive the world and our place in it. They are made of toys and mundane objects for a reason. They are all soldiers for truth in the army of the dragon empress.

Dragonboy 56, 3/27/10, Chico CA

I met Jesus in person,
he was sitting at the Tin Roof Bakery eating a croissant, he says they have the best croissants in chico.
He was just there. I didn't know who he was, I said hey, he said "hi",
my names dragonboy, he smiled "i know", he said
"Oh, have i met you before or something?"
"No" he said, "I'm Jesus"
"oh cool", I said kind of laughing..." that's a great name."
"No" he said" I AM Jesus, the one who that book was written about."
"hmmmmm"... I said suspiciously. "well alright...Your jesus"
do you have any words of wisdom jesus?
"yeah", he said, "i do, you should tell everyone they are rad"
"OMG jesus i said laughing, this is ridiculous"
"I'm serious" he said
"that's awesome jesus, thanks"
so, from the son of man himself here it is, You're rad.
then he said "hey i just wrote a poem do you want to hear it?"
"Hell yeah Jesus, i mean, ahh, sure..."
"it's all good dragon", he said
then he read me this poem

"You, are a paraglider for the grand duchess of DOOM
whether you like it or not.
Whether you like it or not,
your day dreams
are not dreams at all.
Whether you like it or not,
your tongue is a bloodied two edged battle axe
and as much as you'd like to clean the blade
you swing it so much and so flagrantly, that you never get the chance.
BUT.
There is hope,
for
at the bottom of your tongue
deep in the well of your eternal watering hole
there is a golden malleable unicorn horn,
and it's specifically engineered to absorb any attackers blow
and
in fact,
when properly and fully activated
your battle axe becomes a rainbow bright butterfly blanky
which wraps around
and caressingly and lovingly cuddles everything in it's path.
It's pretty rad.
you should try it."

so, you can imagine my reaction, after hearing thissssssss... poem
directly from the son of man. a modern parable why not?
all i could say was "wow, thanks, thanks jesus
I'll try and remember that ".

Thank You dragonboy
and
THANK YOU JESUS

Today,
The day your eyes smile at the challenge of my calling
the day your heart pulses with the fire of my knowing.
I ask for your allegiance in the mission of remembrance
to wake and say thank you to those who carry you in dreams
to shed tears for the stars, the brilliant sparkling pieces of your expanding soul
To breath in the courage of she who's strength gave birth to you.
Your light is mine
I long for you to see it
to live it

LISTEN
a talk on ayurveda

dragonboy will be bringing the creative spark of the city of the dragon empress to next saturdays chico earth dance

"This was posted on the burning man website in a conversation about why burningman sucks now"
I've posted a picture of "THULE", the "dog" who is actually a wolf who seamonster almost died for.

Postby B the B » Tue Apr 19, 2011 1:47 pm
Only been once in '10 but it is interesting to talk to vets and newbies alike and hear the different perspectives on growth. Evolution is important for people as well as events like BM and it's always gonna change, i.e. evolve. It may be not exactly what you would like it to be or what it's been, but rest assured it is exactly what the collective mass of burners make it. We are getting older while virgins get younger. Culture in both the default and playa world is changing, and there is no stopping it. Sure you can do things like what Paul Addis did, and he payed a hefty price, and that was HIS burn. In my opinion, costume elitism is obnoxious, some people just have never been into the whole "appearance" thing. I like the ideas I've seen and read about baiting bike thieves, accosting blatent moopers, and generally fucking with the obvious spectators. I see this kind of stuff as creating a new angle. Hell one of my first experiences out there was a beautiful nude woman named SeaMonster (sp?) in hysterics about a man driving a water truck driving too fast and killing her "Dog". (one of her many animals in her campsite, probably thrown out in front of the truck) Well, a crowd started to form and we all followed her lead. The driver was getting visibly upset and just wanting to continue his work day, while some men were blocking his path and matching his bravado then some. Out of no where some people started medical care on the "Dog" (a stuffed horse), others were arguing with the man demanding he take the "dog" to medical. Wanting in on the action, but also attempting to diffuse a rapidly escalating situation, I pulled up to his window and demanded his license and registration. SeaMonster could have been killed because she layed down in the road in front him out of his line of site, tears running down her face, saying "Just kill me! End it all!" He started to drive and I came very close to having to act fast in making him stop. I've run off on a tangent here but my point is, that was performance art. That was serious too. That was a scene that I think didn't "suck" and could only happen at burning man. But, who knows what the future will bring? Even some of the original burners sell stuff under the radar, and some of the newbies come correct too. I think the important thing is to have an open mind and heart, at least once you pass thru the gate. Hopefully it lasts a year.
"what if one of these times the man says f it and decides to burn us?"

B the B

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LISTEN

LISTEN

LISTEN

when i was a small person,
beginning around the age of 7
i began to collect "junk"
i had a place in the attic where the light would shine
through one of the attic windows
I would crawl up there to contemplate and arrange my "junk" items
which were not junk to me but sacred objects
I would pay close attention to each little detail
thinking about where this item had come from
how it had come to be the way it was,
the way I liked it

I knew deep down that these objects were special
and that everyone else thought they were junk.
I was not attached to these items
but it gave me great pleasure to be with them.

LISTEN

Blast offerings lifting,
all I's focusing inward,
the space ships within
commencing,
whispers, streaming forth
a common path, that which subtly shifts
the quickening longing
to love, to give, to offer, in light, that which is I.
Dreamtime statuettes, traced around each face.
each smiling eye that beams with uncertainty
these, are your brothers and sisters, your sons and daughters
this is the dream team you've chosen,
a miraculous intermingling of flesh and spiraling life force,
brilliant hues dancing upon the surface of each smiling thought form
connecting with each smiling thought form connecting with each smiling thought form
In THESE I's, she preaches
singing the hymns of rainbow blood.
We The People
we the conquerers of matter, the causes,
sailors of the night shade light socket luxury cruise ship of eternity,
your eyes are burning bliss holes through the fabric of every fibrous yes membrane that composes this intrinsically giving suit of constancy,
ALL ARE WEARING
all hard wired with the frequency to spawn a new breed of human being.
the countdown beginning within.
the pyramidal bass drum
providing the foundation for lights upward movement, the boom, boom, boom of mamas heart beat,
the tune that needs every voice to make her melody.
The Room that decides to conjure up each starlight shuffle kung fu kick dance move ever invented
YOU ARE THE ANOINTED,
your burning body, brilliant, standing on the tip of the iceberg, but rapidly melting the ice beneath as you slide into the body that's been hidden, until now,
until this very moment, when you decide
I am going to love you
I am going to love you.

Incantation by Laughter(1910)
Velimir Khlebnikov

O laugh it out, you laughtsters
O laugh it up, you laughsters
So they laugh with laughters, so they laugherize delaughly.

O laugh it up belaughabley!
O the laughingstock of the laughed upon--the laugh of
Belaughed laughsters!
O laugh it out roundlaughingly, the laugh of laughed-at
Laughias!

Laugherino, Laugherino,
Laughify, laughicate, laugholets, laugholets,
Laughikins, laughikins,
O laugh it out, you laughsters!
O laugh it up, you laughsters!

And whose heart would not long to dabble?
whose eyes would not be drawn
onto a canvas whose hidden undertones
are blacks so rich they are bottomless.
she's trying to pierce the sparkling day with
nocturnal bouts of awakening.
her gestures are subtle
undulating beneath the surface of any shape your
mind will inevitably make.
she longs for you to sit,
to contemplate the movements of your existence
as a scientist would their latest life altering experiment.
she's reinvesting her capital into the blooming
awareness of your heart,
the internal knowing within your being
that your ability to act
holds within it
the ability to allow love an entrance into the human
predicament,
that the reason behind all action is growth in the light.
she sings to you in this way
everyday.

my wood duck that terry fixed in his wood shop

terry's favorite fork

the woodshop