Paul Makepeace to Euroburners


For those that didn't go this year -

Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any
direction. Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet to come
over and party. When everyone leaves, follow them back to their homes,
drink all their booze, and break things.

Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.

Stack all your fans in one corner of your living room. Put on your most
fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a full vacuum cleaner
bag in front of them.

Pitch your tent next to the wall of speakers in a crowded, noisy club.
Go to sleep. Wake up 2 hours later in a 110+ degree tent.

Buy a new pair of favorite shoes. Throw one shoe away.

Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away. Drain
all the water from the toilet. Only flush it every 4 days. Hide all the
toilet paper.

Pay an escort of your affectionate preference to not bathe for five days,
cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig;
dance closely naked with you, then say they have a lover back home at
the end of the night.

Visit a restaurant and pay them to let you alternate lying in the walk-in
freezer and sitting in the oven.

Don't sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion
altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body.
Forget how you did it. Don't go to a doctor.

Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect,
most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it.

Spend weeks preparing and freezing tasty, nutritious food and then forget
it in your trunk for a few days of 110 degree heat. Eat it anyway -
and like it.

Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or until you think you
are going to scream. Scream. Realize you'll love the music for the rest
of your life.

Get so drunk you can't recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the
block for 5 hours.

Sprinkle dirty sand in all your food.

Mail $273 to the Reno casino of your choice. (price of average BM ticket
in 2008)

Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali's more disturbing but beautiful
paintings. Climb inside it.

Spend thousands of dollars creating a deeply personal art work. Hide it
in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Blow it up.
Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop of
drum'n'bass until the embers are cold.

Have a 3 a.m., soul-baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a
crocodile, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're hallucinating.


[anonymous, via Internet]