I'm still trippin a bit, sorry if I son't make dense. I saw a bar, and colorful line people, then I read about the anythropologist in his cave with Mazatecs man it was profund. I SAW them. I HEARD them. I din't FEEL them or SMELL them, though. THE ITCH! IT ITCHES! A COLD ITCH! WHICH ITCHES! DAMN! Back to reading. Goodbye. Profound.
