Feeling Blue in Waterloo

[Ullarty]

"Quod omni anima, post coitus est tristre....."

Bev and I are the last remnants of the orgiastic extravaganza that was Waterloo Buskers' Carni-val, and our fab Canadian Tour..
Lost souls, we floated the UW quadrangle last night, mistaking intense psychic vibrations for our friends, seen out of the cornerss of our eyes, echoing our minds.. All that remained was the smell of spilt Jesters, a waft of cow shit, chalk grafitti, and Fill's rapidly deflating pierced-purple-baloon penis, adrift...Looking a little like we feel.

We had a wonderful time, (thanks to all to all whose paths we crossed or drew upon).. Carrying with us a sense of levity despite being stood up by Anti-gravity on our last night in town...

[Lynneski]

Peas and carrots, nuts and corn,
beef and cabbage too,
flinging pies and loads of flies,
all went in the stew.

A leopard hat, two yellow shirts,
a ballgown made of blue,
spandex clad, and leathery rad,
the guests were quite a view.

A lick of flame, some canvas ghouls,
a floor created anew,
rings with holes, thrown toilet rolls,
and martinis made by two.

A bare need for gas, one dead fridge,
much mennonite ado,
several late nights, and no poker fights,
were the buffet of Waterloo.

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I jumped onto the boards today after achieving 16 straight hours solid sleep, looking for some of that psychic energy. I know, though, that it's only to be found in the soft shiver and solo smiles of remembered shared joy. Thank you all for the amazing week. We truly achieved some yogic flying. Bless you all,

Lynne