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	Well stocked, we headed back to the sanctuary. We spied a man doing pushups on the side of the road. -Dear God, it’s only 6:17pm and there’s a big light shooting out of the fucking top of the pyramid that charges absorbanent fees........I believe the chaos has begun! -mental note....people with epilepsy should NEVER come to Vegas! -it seems as if we’ve stumbled upon some mythical land. -suspecting mass imprinting. It was approximately 7pm, we had finally bought the ticket and taken the ride. Testing.....testing.....mandatory testing had begun as the tiny bits of paper flew through the mind. Many thanks and praises were given all around, and it all began. This was where things got really hazy; not so much in the beginning, but somewhere during the assimilation, individual thought subsided and we only thought to benefit the whole. It was friday night on the main strip.....two good ole boys and a good ole girl slightly perpetuated through the chaos, just having a gay ole time. We were walking in large swarms of droning individuals, all flowing round and round this glowing surreal bit of something. So many unbearable smells were coming from all directions, purposefully placed on the body to possibly attract someone of the opposite sex. Personally, I didn’t see it quite like that. -For the love of God, Wayne Newton has his own theater that takes up about 3 city blocks...who could ask for anything more? Similarities between Disney Land had been noted; hidden speakers in the trees for subliminal purposes, roller coasters, lots of lights.....the only thing lacking was animatronics. Something had gone horribly wrong. The smells had become incomprehensible and we really didn’t know why. There was some stimulating visual activity going on and plenty of bushes...bushes, glorious bushes, but the smell, the smell, and we did’t like it. On every corner we ran into small groups of ethnically diverse individuals lost in time and space; slapping pamphlets together in a swapping “clack!” to get the attention of passer byers. This was followed by attempts at spreading pornography amongst the masses. It didn’t make much sense, but I felt remorse for the souls locked into this small facet of a perplexing universe. ••• -In Large Groups of People, Panic Breaks Out When Something Breaks the Norm....People Tend to Assimilate and Flow Like Lemmings. ••• We found as time went on, we were just following the lead of the greater flow. We then started falling into traps...the first one was at the Excalibur. We were corralled into a roped pathway that gave us no choice but to enter this medieval casino. After finally working our way out of that mess, we decided that we had to keep moving to stay alive, and stay on our toes as to not be so easily corralled into something so rudimentary. See, the way Vegas works....as one opinion formed from the evening....Vegas is run by a slew of rich folk who sit around laughing maniacally at the fact that they’ve built a giant cleverly crafted ant farm to manipulate and control people from all over the world... again this is just one opinion...another is that they’re all aliens...but we won’t get into that. The fact is that we made it out of the medieval kingdom and the blue people were with us, a performance group from New York i believe. They were with us on billboards and strange enlarged moving pictures. Their advertising campaign would also be perpetuated on small moving trucks, busses, manhole covers, breakfast guides, and small children. This trip was so unfathomable, even to one who experienced it. There was bombardment at every moment. For the love of all things right in this world, there are no chairs in Vegas...except at the gambling tables or slots. It was just go, go, go with not even a reaffirming glance or attempt at conversation; and when you least expected it, BOOM! water fountains and geysers synchronized to horrible theme music. They played songs about the glory of Vegas, breakfast at the Berlaggio, having messages by the pool, getting married and staying in Vegas forever...there was no holding the bluntness at bay for that one. There was so much direct/in the face brain washing, it was sick and wrong. Sure, it was all funny at first, but now it’s just hard to say. There was a brief moment of hope though. Unfortunately, I missed the whole thing. A beaming/radiant young adolescent girl made eye contact with Eric and fluttered right over to hand him a 'zine. I was unknowing of the situation because we had just found a small bit of refuge at some glowy pillars. I then heard a little voice that asked, ...doesn’t anyone want it? I turned around only to briefly catch Laura accepting the gift and putting it in her bag before we were wafted back into the chaos. This little bit has stuck with me. A person, another human stuck in that muck, reached out to offer us some art and words she had put together for the soul act of creation. My only wish was a contact situation, or being able to at least give thanks for a star amongst a sea of black. -monkeys...for the love of all things great and small...we need to see monkeys before this is all over... -words of wisdom--just look at the pretty blinky stuff...but don’t try to put context to it...