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             Jwh zero eighteen            
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                    
                               
                      
                                          
  We Decided To Smoke The Drug In A Barn  
  That Holds Great Nostalgia For Us All.  
     We Went Inside And To The Highest    
   Floor, Where We Sat Down In The Hay.   
                                          
    After A While Began The Collective    
   Process Of Rolling Another Joint, But  
  Here Our Friend Started To Laugh Their  
  Most Fucked Up Laugh, And Wouldn'T Stop 
           For Several MinuteS.           
                                          
 When They Came To They Said This To Me:  
      Our Faces Had Been Shaped Like      
  Pentagrams In The Darkness Of The Barn, 
  We Were Long Worms, With Hairy Tubular  
     Bodies Dancing From Side To Side,    
         Begging For Cigarettes...        
                                          
                              
                      
                              
                                          
   Our Lingering Came To An End When We   
  Headed Into The City Core. Four Hours   
 After Our First Toke We Found Ourselves  
    In A Dark Slope Beneath A Gigantic    
               Water Tower.               
                                          
 The Time Was In The Post-Twelves Of The  
  Night When We Rolled A Joint With Pure  
  Cannabinoid-Leaf, No Tobacco, And I Was 
         Thrown Into A Nightmare.         
                                          
   As I Watched, The City Became A Wall,  
 And I Was Hanging Above The While World  
  In A Strange And Underworldly Forest,   
 Pushed Upwards Against The Ground Below. 
                                          
     I Was Then Struck With The Most      
  Powerful Fear. A Force Compelled Me To  
  Subvocalize, But The Words Were Not My  
                   Own:                   
                                          
  It  Shines  Through  Earth  And   
    Flesh  Alike  And  The  Light    
  Will  Find  You  The  Light  Will  
   Devour  You  You  Were  Chosen   
  You  Were  Chosen  A  Very  Long  
               Time  Ago                
                                          
    I Could Not Move, And My Voice Was    
   Small When I Asked My Friends Why We   
   Had Done This, How Such Events Could   
     Take Place. But My Friends Were      
       Completely Still And Silent.       
                                          
  And Then, Astral projection. I Saw The  
 City From Above, From Above The Clouds,  
   A Space station... And The Tower, A    
  Monolith, Unearthly White, Antenna To   
 Speak To Me... The Most Beautiful View.  
  I Saw Myself Down There, Body Shaking,  
           Speaking Gibberish.            
                                          
                              
                      
                              
                                          
  Here'S A Whole Block Of Time Eradicated 
   From My Mind, No Doubt Eaten By The    
  Disease, But When I Came To I Had Come  
   To Terms With My Imminent Death. The   
   City-Entity Wanted Me Gone, By Way Of  
  Psychic Erosion And Cold Temperatures.  
  It Could'Ve Been Below Zero. We Got Up  
  And Wandered The Streets To Keep Warm   
       Until The Sun Finally Rose.