I dont know what it is going to be about or any of that shit, but im going to write one. Here is a short passage that im going to put in it somewhere tell me what you think. And i spaced it out nicely for all you stoned individuals The trees were bigger than any I had ever seen. Enormous trunks standing erect like soldiers snapped to attention. They were bare, save for lush branches of foliage at the top, creating a thin canopy blotting out most of the night sky. Here and there I could catch glimpses of the stars and my breath would swirl before in the shafts of moonlight, only to be swallowed up by the darkness. I soon became aware of the silence. We had been walking for what seemed like hours, scrambling over fallen trees and rocks, groping in the night like blind men. I had removed most of my layers but alas, beads of perspiration still clung to my brow. My gulps for air and heavy, careless footsteps were answered only by the low monotonous groaning from the swaying limbs of the great trees. We were for the most part, completely isolated from civilization. "How much longer must we trek?" My words rang out like a gunshot in the night. A sudden feeling of insecurity washed over me, as if I had spoken some curse and everything in the forest was on the verge of scolding. Mathus's soft footsteps stopped ahead of me and I halted obediently, hands on knees. "It is not much longer now. Though I daresay the hardest part is yet to come." His chuckle carried away down the path and I staggered after it, fighting the urge to probe with further questions. I was all too used to his methods by now. A sweet, pungent fragrance was steadily growing thick in the air. Mathus made no mention of it, but I could hear him taking long draws of breath with delayed exhalation. The scent was so pleasant that I closed my eyes and let my nose carry me. With every breath I felt an invigorating sense of fulfillment, more appealing and refreshing than anything I had ever tasted. My closed lids masked the forlorn wood and my mind was flooded with appealing images. Vast fields of lush vegetation, trees harboring fruits I had never known. All warm, joyful and vivid images, certainly not from the past I had known. "We are here." My eyes snapped open and the illusions were stripped from my mind in an instant. We had come to the edge of the wood. In front of us lay a field wrought with tall grass and speckled with tiny white flowers. Everything about it held a mystical silver sheen in the moonlight. I had a sudden impulse to dive straight in, run about in the beauty of it all, arms outstretched, breathing deep. As if he read my mind, Mathus grasped my arm with concerning tension. "You must not enter this field. At least, not just yet. Let us sit and converse for some time about this place." Before I could mutter a reply he pulled me down to the cold, hard dirt and sat cross legged. Rubbing his palms together, he took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh, as if getting ready to tell a story for the hundredth time. to be motha fuckin continued EDIT: also if any of you artists would like to draw in pencil, the scene as you saw it in your mind, that would be fantastic