paper tubes filled with flowering plant matter lit on fire is my preferred method of altering reality.
I will use pipes to smoke trichomes/hashish.

Also, known to have used aluminum foil, apples, cigarette car lighters, bible pages, corncob pipes, necessity is the mother of all invention.

I spent an hour yesterday liberating roaches from their tiny prisons of burnt paper shells. At least an oz and a half of presmoked reefer madness.

I have fresh bud, but the roaches are lovely.

Life is good if we don't pay close attention.

or

Life is good if we pay close attention.

And revel within as the bright shine cleanses the halls of secrets we hold as the moon returns to sway.

Off I go to harvest trichomes.