After about half of us had arrived, I started feeling it...a sort of low pulsing, reverberating slow and langorous through my body. The engines were warming up friends.
By the time Friday morning arrived, it had gone from mild pulsation to a decent, irresistable throbbing. This was some pheromone, I thought, emanating from the Yetinsyn around me. I must have been whiffreading it then manifesting it in my own flesh.
I realized by Saturday just which Yetis in particular stimulated my OWN pheromone output and spent as much time around them as possible. That stimuli combined with the near dizzying effect of Subgenius-induced vibration pretty much turned me into a walking orgasm. Oh yes, it was GOOD to be me. The saucer engines were going full throttle and I was hurtling through the days ecstatic and delirious. I knew if I did not share this ship soon, I'd vibrate right off the face of Brushwood. Cool idea, but I REALLY enjoy having a physical body.
Lo and behold, I became the Bonobo-Yeti Woman. By 8pm Saturday, my whiff-read kindred had been discovered and along with Doc Frop, aided me in blissfully relieving my saucer engines of that excess energy. I did indeed fuck. True Bonobo-style sweaty, steamy, passion-sex. It was the most explosive event I've experienced in some time. QUITE some time.
Sisters and Brothers, there were many bands and events I saw and attended. I smoked the 'frop and became Wonder Woman. But on a simply personal level, my pleasure saucer came and it was I. I have discovered the truth...your own flesh is the saucer. All weekend I built my ship, slowly and deliciously, via the pulsation of Subgenii pheromones. WE made it work. We together create the throbbing energy that will be converted to saucer power. We together energize the ships and we ARE the ships.
Build your own. I did.
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