(Part VI:) I willed it into being Back in 1963 Materialize the brown weed Before I ever learned how to read Before I was born In search of leafy green Another defeat Crystalline James came to me in 2018 Brought the bag and defined What it means to smokescreen Pineapple Express As a means of destruction I don’t know anything about Kennedy But I dab infinitely I can’t predict the future but I bet it stings He just laughed as my phone begins to ring /// I am old I am stoned I’ve been waiting almost sixty years Set it right Alternate timeline Erase Divinorum Erase Hey (Part VII:) If it’s legal with a dispensary why am I even doing this to myself it’s sadistic frankly you could just go to the store walk in and say hi I’d like some weed I haven’t even seen brown weed since the 90s and I haven’t smoked some since the first song and if I had any inkling that I was going to end up traveling either forward or backward in time as a direct result I assure you I wouldn’t have bothered nor would I have even shown up // Made manifest Tear at the sky I’m already up there cause I’m so fucking high Did I erase myself to make a better one or did I create a continuity error that I can no longer recover from? My eyes begin to crackle and my hands begin to glitch in and out shape and pitch The fabric of reality Can no longer support brown plane of existence a wormhole is created as I smoke the brown weed I notice the diameter increase Left to risk fate or stay and become paradoxical (Part VIII:) The American Dream is blue and gold The American Dream is rock n' roll Mind clenched Acid drenched Try to fully immerse Before sucked back into this reality This salvia is cess right here Nothing to present towards the Tribunal Languishing with Langoliers But no one's laughing in here Sings the song of Daisy Bell Take a rocket into Hell Somehow it's all different now Wormhole vexed below the cloud Nothing's gone it's all before nothing more carp // There's nothing really left to do but become Allular Not really sure how to go about doing that really There's a lot of concerns I have There's a lot of anxiety in this dance that I'm trying very, very hard to disguise Or maybe this brown weed is making me paranoid...