The planets, up and that's just on will surely have a plan.

It's clearly, maybe something there beyond the realm of man.

And until you fairly tested every last close chest of view.

I find them all you think you know, the less you really do.

Where would we be without THC? As we know they're lying to us,

just to know to a degree.

Where would we be without D.C.

The Highside Chats, Great Carwood and Company.

It's the end of the world as we know it,

but I feel fine.

From the Sunshine State, I'm Greg Carlewood and people have been saying for a long time that our cold,

capitalist, commodity-driven dog-eat-dog, archonically inspired Wild Wild Western Bullet Train society is just about to come off the tracks,

only to crash and burn into a fireball of twisted steel likely sponsored by Better Help.

And for many, it is impressive just how long we have run on not much more than fumes and antidepressants, but still, the Oracles insist, it should be over any day now.

Who's to say, really, but we certainly don't seem to show any signs of slowing

our breakneck pace or God forbid course correcting as a result of the never ending warning signs,

and the latest culture wars,

legendary divisions, and award-winning weaponized

internet technologies only complicate things further.

And I, for one, am nostalgic for the kind of countercultures previous decades are pretty much known for.

Places where the disenfranchised go to find connection, enthusiasm for life and oftentimes psychedelically inspired meaning in a not so resonant mono think money hungry mainstream.

And wouldn't you know it this is often the very thing today's guest

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