>>1874743Cool kid, smoke this weed and let's make rock stacks, catch frogs, and decorate a campsite with flowers and forage. Then we'll draw a pentagram around our bonfire and dance and sing, and get so high that demons crawl from the stars to our council. They will deliver us truth with sorrow, and we shall banish them with laughter and wit. Then when all is still at last and the cosmos fill our souls with wonder, we'll rock slowly to sleep in our hammocks before the morning dews come.
