amazing trip up to the 'bei area for a house party on ice. props to Mike and Trevor for reprazenting Taichung. west coast baby. (seriously, taichung is known for its food) blisters aside, ice-skating is fucking fun. i'm convinced there's a place for this kind of thing in the Drug Olympics: Hock-K. singing in the rain like Fiddlers On Rooves of Speed, great after parties from my new favorite fringe drug binge gutter elite crew, under the humble direction of Cappo, who subsequently went on to win the gold medal. highlights of this trip include the doublest entendre of my life: Doing rails on the High Speed Rail. To top it all off, the universe provided us with a private room for sniffing drugs. the conductor tried to convince me that this was merely a telephone booth without a telephone, but i know the universe better than that.

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gold medal awarded to Juni for taking the high-speed rail all the way up the west coast of taiwan

For the (dead) Chinese man who has everything: cars and Viagra

Burning paper money just got better. The idea is that funds (key word fun) somehow get deposited in a heavenly bank account through a mysterious process the Chinese call transubstantiation. The rest of us call it burning. If fire is the secret link between the mundane and supernatural worlds, you have to wonder how much random shit ends up in Chinese paradise. Forest fires must really confound the dead, as they would send over thousands of trees in a very short time. A Chinese necromancer might rebut, "but the traditional rites must accompany the objects to be sent to the netherworld." If so, this welcomes a new brand of vandal appropo in our post-libertarian cultural milieu. Spiritual Terrorists could mutter the old incantations and send virtually anything (flammable) straight through the Chinese gates of heaven.

Cut 'n Blo 'n blo 'n blo...

marathon bender this weekend starting with a packed Cut n' Blo party at luxy, 39 hours of craziness with the dial glued to 11. the gold medal goes to Tom (aka Shorty) for his incredible humility. highlights include a perfectly orchestrated Jedi Mind Trick (gosh I wish I was at home watching porn stoned) on a volatile acid dealer who failed to understand that the paramilitary junta role playing banter was just a joke; Infinite Solutions (thank you el Capitán); and the lovely retarded bastard who gave a baffling strip show atop a stolen motorbike in a crash zone, proving Nicola's 3rd Law of Partydynamics: the world waits until you're high to show you the most fucked up shit.

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