"A sliver of blue smoke is rising like a DNA coil. Rising from the tip of a smouldering cigarette. The smoke DNA is rising warmly, some of it is being inhaled, like tubed anaesthesia, by some dumb birds idling on the window sill. Suddenly the idle birds are flying with the eagles. Flying like eagles. But not really flying.
I am sitting with Me and Myself. I am split into three and located inside three individual heads. Three of us are sitting around smoking weed. We are growing in a Nazi bunker. Yes, growing there… As grass... and the Nazis fucked themselves up smoking us, seeing things… beasts, dogs and other sundry creatures."--From Purple Mind