people with bones in their noses sitting around arguing about black hole theory or recipes for marsupial stew lazy smoke from a few clan campfires rising through the hazy bluegold afternoon people masturbating in trees bees snouting into orchids signal drum in the distance amanita singing an old song by the inkspots i remember from my childhood ... masters or rather the author claims to be disgusted by all this anarchist punk hippy immorality all this jungle love !