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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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either or
preferably snowed on
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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Occams Razor
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: End of the Earth
Posts: 2,472
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With good friends, no children in sight or mind and a solid groove in the background and never before 9 pm. You young kids doing the "wake and bake" are nuts. I'd stay in bed all day.
On a side note, Todays Pot is out of this world. We smoked stems, leaves and the whole lot ground up in my day apparently. A 1/2 a gram and I am off my rocker these days. |
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