MARK To days of inspiration Playing hookey, making Something out of nothing The need to express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hatind dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike, Midday past the three-piece suits To fruits - to no absolutes- To Absolut - to choice- To the Village Voice- To any passing fad To being an us for once ... instead of a them!!
A Con Goers Prayer Written By: Paul 'The Element'
Oh come ye oh Con-God May you Bless us and may they pocky be as grass and the booze flow like water
May we be sheilded from drama and thus have drama sheilded from others
May any paddle, yaoi and yuri alike be burned in flames of hell
May skits, programs and otherwise be swift, painless and ON TIME
May there be glow sticks to out number stars in the heavens and have them cracked and shaken to which a light from the collected bodies would out shine the shineist pale nerd.
May good music be played. Loudly.
May room rates, food, dealers room, parking, con fees not rape us in the ass so hard not unlike satan dismembering a dove.
May props work, wigs fit, and last minute items making it as if on wings of angels.
May at least half he con population shower regularly. and if not may they be stoned with zest bars and fabreeze bottles.
May hang overs and con sickness be few and not spread like boils and locust.