chained and held by the beast my ego he has for a feast the moments that swirl by seem as far off as the sky every circumstance that set itself upon my door has turned to some major chore the feel of things come and gone the stroke that sets up hope that "now" is different the desire, want and need ah, my life is but feed to some lost entity whose rampant desire sets my hopes on fire and fills me with "the" doubt by his overbearing clout the doubt that i'll ever see my life as i want to be— February 14, 1991
i sit trapped in a lair my mind full of despair smelling the reek of foul air my life has no flair i sit like an aging chair the tunnel i see is dark i search for any spark on my mind to leave a mark a voice so far says "Hark" but my heart is covered in bark my mind so deep in thought of some love not caught like cheap feelings bought a lack of empathy wrought not the caring i sought— February 18, 1991
i called my friend cheryl today and then we talked on the phone and then she said she smoked some grass last nite and she had no cocktails so then she purchased a passage and she walked with some friends i met her there and she said andrew yes dear you're not wearing a hat and she stood after all were seated then she watched the screen and i said cheryl yes dear the movie hasn't ..................— May 1991
the whole world goes round not even making a sound you wonder if life is another lie as one more year goes by you look at the sky, so gray making you yearn for light of day sometimes you might want to die as one more year goes by but it is your inner light which will shine so bright your soul's redemption to buy as one more year goes by the friends you've known through the years who will always see your tears and those who come when you cry as one more year goes by so when you feel your life has given you unfair strife remember others feel you sigh
standing in the void of life foraging a path through the fog of lost substance and trust turning towards a hideous moan the demon who controls false love and dedication to run a place to hide escape and then a wall the self— April 13, 1992
atop the pyramid he stands dirty khaki meets worn leather cradling tired feet a face neglected, etched by blowing sand unkept nails scrape stone carved by long dead men hands work furiously as body fights wind the force of mind molds an aerodynamic form the model complete time to depart a strong arm in one motion a plane flown the picture a lost love now gliding falling with dry wind and sand.—April 17, 2002; July 8 2004
Submitted by TheBaba on July 7, 2010 - 3:20pm.
By all accounts across the internets the Post-Apocalyptic Prom was a resounding success. The effigy and burn were the best I've ever seen. The new location was also overflowing with most-awesomeness - trees and shade everywhere, great water and generally burner-friendly all around.
BAD continues to shine with our people, our bar and our snowball fight.
Willie and I built huts this year and brought a ginny to power some AC. Initial construction was a bit rough, but having a sanctuary from the heat was a big hit. There are a few pictures of the huts if you are curious.
Now, at this point, you're probably asking Where the hell are your notes from Flipsides 2008 and 2009?
Well, they're in my head but my analog-to-digital converter's been busted for a while and they never made it out. Flipside 2009 was good, as far as I can remember. Last one out at Flat Creek Crossing, and the first for my brother, Willie. It was where he learned that everything was a front. We didn't get to burn, but had fun anyway. Our cousin Marcus and our friends Daniel and Leah had their first Flipsides as well. Sean stomped through half the place and Willie damn near got mauled by a massive hamster wheel. The snowball fight was awesome, as usual. Whip it, whip it good.
Flipside 2008? Don't remember much - I must've had a good time.
Submitted by TheBaba on April 10, 2008 - 12:30am.
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.
Submitted by TheBaba on May 29, 2006 - 10:08pm.
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
Moral of the Story
phone of the future consolodating my life god of my data
multifunction joy wireless world is mine hope tumor not come
There are four boxes to be used in defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury and ammo - use in that order.