the unsung heroes of the great electric dumpstep festival of 2011

after the cars enter the festival and we've all planted our roots for our camp site and the festival rages on and we've all drank too many beers, the next morning ALWAYS arrives. and on the first morning, hungover and humbled to the gods of (what), i was given a vision of the TRUE HEROES OF CAMP BISCO TEN:

the dudes with the rotorooter poop vacuums who empty the port-o-poties, eliminating the need for having to ascend mount poopie just to add more poop at the summit. forget about wiping, ladies- make all the daisy chains you want just to pretend that wasnt a huge amount of earth you've spewn from your root chakras that you'll be shaking all over the place later tonight. its still a fact that we've all been taught from the childhood holy book "everyone poops". it's true. the faces of denial and/or disgust from leaving the bathrooms echoes the true problem with people today, and it is a problem that is easily solvable- that you can not ignore the way things are and you cannot change your situation unless you adapt to it. meaning you surrender to the flow. meaning you definitely poop and everyone knows that, even when you're caked in makeup at a rave or bar or club. you still pooped at some point. the secret is out. and if you didn't poop then you're probably going to become very sick. which is bad.

at camp bisco i found the movements of my bowels become dances to the "dirty drops" of which ever american is bastardizing dubstep at that time- the evenly-spaced and all-too-predictable drops of robots shitting their bass frequencies like its hot (poopie) melting the faces all of the boys and girls who created a shitmonster for the unsung heroes of camp bisco ten to vacuum out in the only semblance of modern toilet technology- the port-o-potie.

and so here is my ode to the unsung heroes of camp bisco. thank you for cleaning the designated poop-places.

(i wish you did it sooner so that someone from another camping zone didnt poop next to our tent. that's just gross.)