I live in the woods, alone and recluse. A rarely get visitors; they all think of me obtuse. The dark of the woods, especially at night, tends to give many a little more than a fright.
If you think that I mind, I really could care less. To me, being a loner is a life free of stress. I spend my days gathering flowers, I could continue doing that for hours and hours.
What do I do with these flowers, you might wonder? The answer lies during nights with lightning and thunder. I mix them together in a great, big pot. Along with powders and liquids over a fire, white hot.
And so I continue with this strange brew. It's actually more like a strange, tasty stew. So, sit back, relax, and simply unwind. A few bites of this should . . . well . . . 'mess' with your mind.