After the success of "Voyage in Utopia" we will be at Burning Man again this year for a new documentary.
Today we are launching our campaign to produce our new film « Black Rock Cityzen », an exceptional feature documentary about Burning Man directed by Laurent Le Gall.
And our film needs you !
10 $, 20 $, 30 $ will help.
We have until august 6 to raise our 60 000 dollars budget.
Yes we can !
Please share it with the world.
$60,000.00...and the proceeds from the film go to who?
Something smells rotten in Denmark and I'm an Ocean and five States away from grasping your concept of the Burner Ethos.
Please enlighten me.
$22.00 to the corupt six Board members of the LLC who refuse to be fiscally transparent with an unknown back door cut to you and yours and you are asking the Burner community to finance you and six douchbags greed.
Y'all wouldn't be Republicans now would Ya?
> Y'all wouldn't be Republicans now would Ya?
Nah, just "Friends of Dave". (David Best, that is.)
Make of that what you will.
So, if poor starving artists who have weak ideas are off limits to me,and my inexhaustible supply of vile invective,
can I chew on the ankles of rich filmmakers who only want to make a buck, by exploiting drug addled hippies?
Since when does Zaius require either permission OR forgiveness ? Hmm ?
Since when did you quit recognizing Zaius' use of irony and posts dripping with sarcasm? Hmmm?
Just for the record, I was feeling pangs of guilt for some of the ripe things I told that stupid tin cube guy.
Like the following adult, reasonable comment:
"""""""""""""""""":It might be best, if you just stay a tourist. You just do not have the moxie to present anything on the playa, Except, perhaps, your warty white ass. The boys over at Stiffy Lube might want to take a poke at it, but only if they are very drunk. """""""""""""
I mean, what the fuck? Who talks like that? Have I no shame? I gotta kiss my momma's asshole with these lips, I should take care of what comes out of them.
Even I question some of the stuff I say. Usually some Milk of Amnesia takes care of my nascent guilt, but, apparently the night I wrote the above post, the vitamins had not yet taken effect.
Fortunately, my spiritual guide,and full blooded Yaqui Pharmacist, Don Nanook ( He's from way up north, don't ask) has just forked over a whole sack of Funky Tree Toads, and there will be no undialated eyeballs here on the ranch, until St.Stanaslav day.
Rest assured, dear mammals, I am back in form