if the gov were smart it would introduce a third tap there was the cold water one then theres the hot water one now our needs for another one the absinthe one absinthe heals everything the internet changed everything then covid changed everything again the internet and covid are siblings but neither the internet nor covid heals absinthe heals its the cloudy green that seeps into our souls mirroring and sweeping it of all the hideous debris of time mckenna was wrong or he was right but only for his little time his tiny era that stretch of a life it isnt psilocybin thatll change us that brown web of saprotrophic mulch its the green faerie of our plumbing green machine elven pluralities put them on your tongue and let it sit there like a meditation absorb dont swallow it is the silent teacher of the wormwood tribe if we were civilized instead of just artificial brutes each whonym would be able to float up to its sink and turn on the third faucet and holding a perfect glass beneath see the green magic cloud fill the void and that would be this and one all a cosmic fulfilling into some gazebo of comprehension the small vessel and the infinite maw establishing a dial log beyond time and mind nothing pissed we say were no fan of common inebriation of cirrhosis and puke and dt but a legitimate pilgrimage to the desert of hyssop and clorophyll where mmuommiri hop from petiole to panicle and rainier cherries careen from heaven like joyful paparazzi i do not know of your political and social addictions your confinement in sad conventions your toilets and your heavy dreams the lead in your souls and the moats in your minds i dont know of them and i would not know as i waft on wisps of louche and drift on anise boats with fennel prows that long ago and easefully defeated the sorry battalions of production weak in their force and pathetic in your dominance
all our food problems are solved all economic woes and injustices dissipate all war goes awry the third tap glides in and is grain and vegetable fruit and protein fat and vision a new earth rises from the weary clump of whonym destruction whale joins hand with elephant and roach with sequoia babylon kneels before our liquid evolution and monumental solidity evaporates into polychromatic reverie no dont turn off the water just yet maintain its two taps alongside the future for a time but know dear fiend and comrade in your stuck disarray that a new flow flows and it is water and honey mineral and cultivar our destiny is neither space nor power but that luminous green swirl that becomes our blood and platform and guides us on the obscure paths of peace oh artemisia of our altars
shadows may coagulate and cumulate along the old pipes in wan copper but a golden light dances a new dance and it is with us join the steps of lucid stars reach out and open the portal of the green stream let the faerie in and become the face of the new eyes of earth
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