The place of un-learning & lost-fear. Some visitors tend to call it Memory sack-up, as a kind of bliss of adultery. Many of the big names in Punk desired to die here, but none was lucky enough to get here alive.
   Everything drinkable here is next to poison: daturas, mushrooms, cactuses, tincturas of opium, and other plants which are served as a tea or as a tinctura for the simple states of vision and pleasure. Datura Go-Go carries these states by playing psychedelic junglemusic with whales, parrots, tigers, hyenas and wolfs howling chorus. Lights are multiplied with thousands of pieces of cut mirrors, "snake-eyes". This kind of disordered labyrinth is not really for the chaos, but for the sensory disorder; you may get confused for ever.