The pottery garden, we paint pots & dig pits for our brains to lay at rest after we smoked the pots that painted pretty pictures in your mind. Most everything is ashes, it's awfully beautiful in this modern age, conformed to the look of attraction young thugs in action. Green is green no matter how you got it to grow. Split it in half add another row, it use to be a garden now it's just a graveyard. You use to say how come, now all you say is why not...