I ate sweet god-flesh and enter the true voids of freedom from Mars, who had tickled me to death. - Oh noo! - I just noticed that my friend Karl-Otto-Günter has been tickled too. We both are dead now, but happy. Today, for example, we go to ski in the snowy Alps until the snow became water. So we swam & danced like sissies wearing tutu's and ballet slippers. In a gadda da vida, I had to listen it,