put down the joint, son

[foolproofed]

Now this shit is the crazy part. So I'm a pawn to some gods, who are in turn just creations of some script writer's brain. Did I say that right? People wonder why I smoke so much green--this place is pretty much a testament to why every person in this place should walk into the sweet, open arms of Mary Jane.

... I was puppeteer-ed by puppets. Everything was a false reality. Or something.

I dunno though, man. Taking a trowel to the back sure did feel real enough.

[...]


I don't have to put anything down! This is a present, from Marty to Marty. And--!! I'm gonna spread my good cheer to everyone who needs a puff, too. I'll show you guys; can't make us muses if we're stoned out of our minds. We'll be more like muses in the really cool traditional sense: super awesome sources of tripped-out inspiration. Lots of poetry that won't make sense later.

So help me god. Gods. Whatever.