The Thing of Shapes to come!

Stoned conversations.... The usual subjects- the importance of the Psychedelic Experience, the acquisition of sacramental materials, the weather! But.... we've been chatting more and more about the practicalities of surviving, and maybe even thriving, in the years to come. Odd stuff, really. Paranoid glimpses into a world which demands new sacrifices, modified systems of communication, a return to simpler things, and greater self-sufficiency.
The wyrdest thing about this dialogue was the optimism. A strange thing to find amongst the (possible?...probable?) doom and destruction of our near-future. Although we began with a chuckle at a very possible economic disaster, we continued, with furrowed brows, to throw around the wildest survival plans. And all this with an odd impatience, and a firm insistance that such a crash was inevitable. Unburdened by financial responsibility, and resolutely refusing to bow to market pressures, we ploughed onward. In some ways, the deeper the crisis we percieved, the greater we were entertained. Soon, a utopian master-plan was assembled, amid the rising smoke from yet another well-filled bowl. A neat wee dream, tying together all our ideals- the off-grid commune of like-minded folk. The pre-invasion Pala for which we deeply yearn.
Silence finally fell upon us just before the dawn. At last, the herb had made us long for sleep. The dreaming would take new forms. Some not to be remembered.


PLUR.