Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More Since then: I've been toying with the idea: that some people need to use alcohol to dull their extreme natures and vice versa - others must drink never: because it unleashes their natural monstrosity We spent 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:" and since then I started to support the fog by smoking I found tobacco in the seed archive and made totem clay (Prexlar and Dwent were cremated) I talked to the plants I assured them: that one day I would become their food I read poetry to yeast: wandered through the skin orchards and taught beans to shine