Welcome to the Automatic Portion of tonights Subconscious

Here we go again! Automatic Subconscious, in one form or another has been a Playa tradition/mistake for some 7 years now with the previous 3-years taken up by other Incarnations of Insanity. Why do we do it we ask? Well the answer is never really quite clear, but like lemmings drawn to memories of the West we are drawn towards our own cliffs over the Lahontan Lake, pausing only briefly at the edge until the inexorable pressure of those with us for the ride pitches us out over the brink into the stormy depths below. Only, this is not the end, we swim along with the currents storm-tossed and starry-eyed spouting out streams of ocean blue at passing mermaids and deep-sea turtles. We suffer through interminable heat-stroke, wrinkly fur and lack of potable water until at last we drift, battered and torn, worse for wear but quite at ease into the maw of some gaping theme camp, there to find solace, colored blinky lights and Moxie with a shot of vodka, or cod-liver oil, wherever your new found thirst for pleasure may take your sorry, dusty, beautiful ass. So come on over to our house, have a drink, climb the observation deck, take a class, be entertained, hear a story, tell a joke, have a beer, give us a kiss, love and generally come on down and let us prove to you that, although we may hail from the rude Northeast, we gots some love to give and smiles we have been saving all year to release.