Hello, if I should talk exactly about my galaxy conquest after this whole rap, I would say that it was at the end of psychedelic ´90´s, one of the dark-skied afternoon in fall, I registered in the adult part of my hometown library and right by the entrance there was section of magazines, including last released number of the underground one, that helped trigger revolution in my country containing short article about and long interview with T. K. McKenna. I haven´t read much and returned it. After years, I realized, that this was my first meeting and how it changed my life (up-side down) and what this really mean. I suppose that it was the most important thing in my small, stereotypographic American Beauty-like life. Maybe. No, really.

Mystic atmosphere.

Really, unhappy is the society that prefers consumerism other than This. Yeah, blah blah blah...  

Still studiosus, even if not Camford or Oxbridge.