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UPDATE: LiveJournal August 30th-September 2nd

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y2kbozo
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UPDATE: LiveJournal August 30th-September 2nd

Big news, so I spoilered it:

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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003

6:33 pm preparing for the kedeia; a three part drama
I layed her body out on the red-smeared earth where she breathed her last. In the dead of night I unveiled her to the moon. The little voices speak more loudly since she was killed. They tell me the name for this act, and others. I will not perform the burial on this spot; the ekphora is yet to come.

A parade float sat abandoned a few yards away, only a shell sans art car, wreathed in flowers. I pushed it over to the place of prothesis; it will serve as a kline. I placed Rahne gently in the middle of it and encircled her with lit candles. That coin that's been bouncing around my pocket for as long as I can remember, the tetradrachm, went beneath her tongue and my last two pennies over her eyes. Kneeling at her head, I sealed her eyes and mouth with a candle's wax. Then I washed her lovingly with what remained of our precious drinking water, wiping her down gently with a damp square of cloth from one of my shirts. I annointed her with sweet body oils, which I acquired (along with a bag of what it was claimed was pot but which, I am reasonably sure, is actually oregano) as barter from a pair of hippy lesbians for Rahne's sunglasses, using a fresh tree branch which had uncharacteristically appeared at my feet to sprinkle it upon her body. I dressed her in a white sun dress stolen off of a mannequin found standing out on the playa, and wrapped her tightly in a white sheet salvaged from the Illuminati Camp shade structure. It's large all-seeing eye pyramid juxtaposed with the eye of Horus did not seem out of place. I wove her a crown of flowers pulled from the float, and adorned her shrouded body with it and other floral arrangements, sprinkling the oregano over her as a final touch.

I stood over her and raised my right palm to the skies. And I stood. And I stood. Quite a few out-of-sorts hipsters, dressed all in black despite the heat, passed by and snapped their approval of my performance. Periodically I sang a lament.

This I did last night. This time tomorrow she will have been on view for two days.

6:24 pm I stole Rahne's body. It wasn't hard. I can be invisible when I want to be.

I somehow knew just where to go. The train took me straight to the Reno morgue, give or take a few miles. I walked out with a body bag slung over my shoulder, deposited it in a box car, and headed back out to Black Rock.

There are people still out here cleaning up after the big burn Sunday night (which I missed, but no matter), and I am allegedly one of them. They did not ask about the body bag I returned with, nor the mummy I slept next to last night. In a hyper-temporal city of art projects and artifacts, oddities are par for the course.

Sunday, August 31st, 2003

4:17 pm I made the last entry private, and this one will be as well for now. For a short time my grief is my own.

On top of everything, now this.

She's already gotten her 15 seconds. I gave the paramedics her assumed name.

Her name was Anna Claire Griggs.
Her name was Anna Claire Griggs.
Her name was Anna Claire Griggs.

Nine hours later, there was a plane crash.

Current Music: "Desert Rose", Sting

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

8:01 am She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.

She's dead.

Current Mood: broken

Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2003 8:29 pm

vpisteve
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Joined: 30 Sep 2002
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Reality and fiction blur.

http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/news/090203ap_nw_burning_man_deaths.html

Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2003 8:34 pm

y2kbozo
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Joined: 28 Sep 2002
Posts: 252

Additional post for Sept. 2nd

Quote:

9:42 pm With a dead body comes the vulture.

I knew he'd show up as soon as I set those entries public.

Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2003 12:31 am

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