two things:

1.) Messybear? you write like you're permanently on the stuff

very funny (although his response was quite coherent. i think it's probably all thuh odd p*nctuation &stuff that thhhhrows you off).

2.) Albert Hofmann, the father of LSD, walked slowly across the small corner office of his modernist home on a grassy Alpine hilltop here, hoping to show a visitor the vista that sweeps before him on clear days.
But outside there was only a white blanket of fog hanging just beyond the crest of the hill. He picked up a photograph of the view on his desk instead, left there perhaps to convince visitors of what really lies beyond the window.

very cool.

as to where you got the idea that i 'owe' you anything, well...you're on the stuff already. only thing you got comin' is another swift kick in your undersized pants. anyway, i live on a small Amish peninsula whose economic system is based on the bartering of textiles and wicker baskets. we live pure and chaste lives over here, you creepy fiend, so bugger off!

it'll be in the mail Monday.