Lets all together tell a story

one day when little Shiane, Suzie tripple-g-grandmother, was sitting on the plantation sharing a blunt with one of the workers, she slowed and even reversed the passage of time. with a power like this she was soon showing off at parties then smoking all the pot within a slit second then leaving. After months of using her powers for herself she became...

 

A complete pothead. Eventually, she decided to use her powers for good. She started by...

 

...helping an old lady to cross the streat, but soon she realized that it's incredibly boring so she gave up and went back to her old habits...The day later, while she was making some breakfast for her and her slaves (yeah, it was still slave holding kind of society) she discovered the meaning of life!...She discovered that....

 

By keeping people bound into slavery was such an intense sin, that she set them all free, and gave them all an ounce of weed before setting them free. One of the slaves, who went by the name of Lambert, ran into Harriet Tubman and they all advanced onto the Underground Railroad. They met a high-end society black male down there and he told them all that in the 1960s, blacks would ralley into the Civil Rights Movement led by Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Black Panther party. The slaves looked at him in disbelief and asked him if he was, indeed, Morpheus. The black man responded with...

 

his legendary "...I'm black and I'm proud .... " singing in a loud voice, as they encountered none other than the recently departed James Brown. He dazzled the slaves with his dress & his talk and even his walk, but it was his singing that made them all move.

 

Together their united voices, rang high and clear. The 60s started that day, or at least what the sixties stood for. A few of the women, swinging babies in their arms, sang with such angelic sound that tears inched away from the most grizzly and tough man's eyes. Babies sighed softly, children smiled for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. Could safety be a reality too? Could love and kindness truly change the minds of cruel men?

Something was born during the course of that song, like a small spark catching flame in everyone's hearts. Peace. An idea of peace and a plan for peace. These were the forefathers of our forefathers. Our brothers and sisters and now they finally found a remnant of something that no white man could take away, the inner-peace they discovered.

 

Her face swelled, and she puffed in and out, in and out. And in her final breath (or what she thought to be her final breath) she saw something emerging from the haze...

 

...and then, as the song goes, somebody spoke and she went into a dream...

 

What each slave did with the ounce of pot reflected for the rest of their life...
Most just toked the ounce away in a couple of days, these ended up in poverty some died...
One gave it to violent white people and did change their racist atitude and was adopted and lived with his new friends.
The last of them called Gushmington, traded his ounce for some paint and a couple of brushes. He started to paint houses for a living... with the money from the first job he bought more paint new brushes.... after 8 monthes Garcia had 12 employees (2 white kids) and after 2 years he also had a shop which sold paint and related products....
Garcia frequently uses his well known frase.. you live the results of old plans.

 

After Gushmington became filthy rich with his painting bussines, he started to visit all those glamourous Hollywood parties, hooked up with Audry Hepburn and discovered pleasures of sex & drugs (r'n'r wasn't that popular in those days), so his bussines started to fail. Soon Audry left him and he couldn't afford to pay even those 2 white kids, so he was back on bottom, but.......

 

he became what history would later call the father of the counter-culture, soon he spread his message of peace and love through out the nation. it became a miracle in this world of rigidity and social standings. he became a father to many, and helped many find freedom in their lives.

everything was going well, until that fateful day....

 

...on the 8th of July, four days after the American Independence Day, when a relatively small meteorite (roughly the size of the average suburban middle-class house) crashed right on top of the White House, the blast that ensued instantly killing everyone within a thousand-metre radius...

 

Poor Shorty McGovern, sadly, resided 1000.624 metres from the blast. He was seriously injured, but that didn't stop him from being elected for to the senate and making an unsuccessful bid for the presidency. His tactics were ruthless. He promptly dismembered the cactuses of many of his political opponents, making sure to see that they were not, in fact, lizard gizzards in disguise. Some were, and these were promptly detained for questioning regarding the events of November the 5th, 1605. However, this was only a cover for a more sinister plot...

 

It had to be the sickest, most sinister plot in hirtory. They wanted to go back in time and erase the whole 60s and 70s period of time and make it dull and boring. That would mean no Doors, no Hendrix and no Woodstock. When young KB got wind of this, he said, "I will not stand for this!" He thought it over and over in his mind and he finally devised a plan. He too would go back to the 60s and 70s and prevent them government bastards from doing the Deletion. He recruited a couple of his close friends, JB and KM. "Let's go back and start a fuckin' revolution man!" And so the journey began.

 

his huuuuge collection of weed...but he didn't like that, the strange officer, so he...

 

so stumbeling through time they came to a crash in a mysterious room.

the smells and sounds were overwhelming and the thick cloud of marijuana smoke wafted past them makeing them dizzy, filling the air with the scent of skunk. they could see the source of the heavy mellow music, it was three people sprawled out on bean bags in the corner of the room, they were very good. silentley JB decided to head towards them, the others followd... they were in danger of forgetting the revolion and getting lost in the gungle of the 60s, they took their places on the bean bags, suddenley KM asked a question....

 

"Who wants pancakes?" and so they all made pancakes nd sat down on the beanbags to eat it when....

 

suddenly, they all heard a strange melody coming from outside. the sound was getting louder and louder, when suddenly a white bird flew into the room. The melody now was in the room, the melody was coming from the bird. And he had a little yellow paper tied onto his claws that says: ...

 

"Don't eat the brown acid"?, said the people, with quizzical brows. "Yes, don't eat the brown acid", said the melody bird.

 

cause the melody bird said not to eat it because it will make you sick...