in a small cabin, by a bubbling brook, all by myself.

i would gather like-minded people around me and we would create blotterville, a small communal village where anything is possible and all the colors in my mind could run wild in the streets. occasionally i would wander through your land, spreading sunshine and trading our wonderous concoctions for your heavenly herb.

once a year (or whenever we damn well pleased) we would have a parade. it would start in windowpane alley, the heart of our psychedelic community, and wind its way through the countryside, spreading a rainbow of bursted braincells all across the land.

[align=center]please feel free to eat the confetti [/align]

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