Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More The research: which I did at that time - on the way back from Uranus: Mr. Doctor. Foggy. I was in love and mostly drunk: it is possible: that some people must drink or drug: because: on the other hand is suicidal extremism? That is probably why we lost sector D. We spent the three years in that strange smoke. We were breathing it. One morning I remembered Juan Matus: in pieces: build up a fog around your life: and no one then knows who you are. That means getting rid of personal history: and: from that day on: I started to support the fog by smoking: I have grown in bowls tobacco leaves and magic mushrooms: also weed - later I made the clay (Prexlar and Dentw were cremated) And than I really started to plant - I talked to herbs: I assured them every time: that: I would become their food once - I'm a botanist Mr. Doctor: and notice: this is exclusively about plants: noisy sects: peeled hemp seed : coffee: riesling bandage: communicative smokes: flashes: breezes: ornate tinkles - we were musicians Mr. Doctor: our fiercer fire: more zealous glitter With all due respect: PhMr Jotl Durman Ph.D. :Professor of irrational nutrition![]()