TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough

Welcome back to my lair, soon we will delve into the terrifying world of the CCC once again and find out what has been happening in “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, we will follow the progress of our mad scientist in creating the ultimate plant to carry a virus that will change the course of history. First, we would like to thank Zamnesia, without them there would likely be no story, their seeds has inspired a story that I hope you all enjoy, so I think it is safe to say that we are all grateful for them and the wonderful work they do, building an inclusive culture of people who love to expand the mind and experiment in life. Without further ado, it is our ghastly delight to give you this week's episode of “The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”. ======================================================================== My first week in the CCC, I Mark Anthony have landed where my work is appreciated, here my name will be made and the world will never forget the work that my own hands have wrought. Sure, the CCC has moved my work to a small space, but it will suit my needs. It has everything needed: a fan, reflective walls, a strong light and an extractor so fumes do not build up too much, and will not be making the same mistake as others to fall victim to my own success. The manager of this facility, a man named Dave came to visit, the only distinguishable feature was his size as most clan members wear their robes with hoods up. He wished to see my progress, when I explained that the plants would need to be grown out to first see if they would be worthwhile, that they were seedlings and would take time to grow. Obviously he was not happy with my report, he scoffed and said “Weeks?!? Most of the other scientists have some form of a working prototype, one of them has even managed to poison another scientist. This is rather disappointing”. So here I am, moved to the small room by a small minded fool, let them disregard me, my time will come. Week 1 has gone well, the seeds were planted in the soil that was prepared for them, very quickly they popped their heads up, the cotyledon soaked in the humid light filled air and soon true leaves sprouted. Soon we shall see if this plant has what it takes to change the world. I made a small biodome over them using a plastic cup: I was always taught while growing up to reuse things, a little plastic cup is ideal to shield the seedling from too much light (although I had used the dimmer to put the light down to 20%), the small dome also keeps moisture in, most plants in the early stages rely heavily on collecting moisture through the leaves, so it is best to keep them in a humid environment. There are already choices to be made, one has grown like the pictures showed, the other looks tattered. It would be easy to just think “The one with perfect leaves will be the best”, but show me one maniac who didn't have a twisted past, so maybe the plant has grown perfectly into what it needs, it is possibly as twisted as me. When returning to my lab one day I noticed a flitting from the corner of my eye, someone was buzzing around, trying to interfere with my work, so my mind went all MacGyver, I made a sticky yellow trap at the door way, now any unsuspecting snooper will be caught in the act. Pests are one of my pet hates. Nearly each night and morning I spray the plants with a special solution, they also get a watering using root juice, for every great building needs a great foundation, anything to make them healthy and happy, anything for them to grow up and be my revenge on the world. Here I work, the plants grow, my vengeance is taking root and the world slumbers on my efforts, soon everyone will know my greatness, soon the world will fear my name, and Dave, that prick will be the first person to worship my genius. Soon….soon. ======================================================================== Well hello my dastardly growers, thank you for taking the time to indulge me while we told another episode, we hope you have enjoyed the show. More than anything, if your mind has wandered and like a mad scientist you wish to try something new, check out our sponsors Zamnesia; I am currently making a list of things I plan on buying, there are too many, so many experiments to try and not enough time (or money) to indulge first on that list is Blue Lotus, apparently it has a nice companion effect. So check them out and enjoy this code to Get 20% off with: ZAMMIGD2023, I know I will. Thank you once again to Zamnesia, and thank you for spending some time with me in the Closet, until next time, Good night and ganja speed. ======================================================================== ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC: AN ENERGISING SATIVA When shopping for a flavoursome auto, you simply must try Strawberry Cough Automatic from our creative breeders at Zamnesia. By marrying Strawberry Fields and Haze with a ruderalis specimen, they came up with an auto that performs well when cultivated by experienced and rookie growers alike. Strawberry Cough Automatic boasts plenty of delicious terps, promising a feast for the senses. 10–11 weeks up to 450–550g/m² ======================================================================== Notes: Things have been a little slow, I will be honest and say that there is some work to be done on my watering technique; I just get so paranoid that there is not enough water, the tent is dry and so the medium dries out fast. Each day they get a little water (around30ml) with Root Juice and a little Formulex. I spray the top soil a lot and spray the inside of the plastic cup, just to keep humidity high. Something I have noticed, never hold the spray bottle too close to the seedlings, the spray power is a little too much and knocks the plant over, so I will be trying to lightly mist from further away, around 40-50cm to make sure they don’t feel the force of the hurricane.

Hello my fiendish friends of the funky lettuce, welcome back to my closet, the place of evil intent and dastardly dreams, we hope you are unwell and most of all, we hope you have checked out Zamnesia and found yourself a new experiment for your laboratory, we promise there is something there for everyone. We hope you are ready for this week's episode of “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, if not, too bad! Let us plunge into his world of sinister plots and see what has been happening in the CCC. ======================================================================== Just a day like any other, it starts off early when I go and check the plants; they have grown, they are much taller but not yet, developing the way I had hoped due to their lack of leaves. Who knows, think about this later, it is morning… I think. The underground facility has made a mess of my body clock, either way, I need coffee. Any great voyage in life should not be done with the desire to return as the same person. Certainly in the short period of time having been here it feels like I have changed, it isn't that my desire to destroy has changed, just been dampened, mostly because Dave is a dick head, an insufferable pompous prick who does nothing but complain, no worries though, his time will come.. Some day, when these bloody plants grow. The two plants have had their plastic cup cover taken off of them, however with the tight space I am forced to work in, they are also drying out, humidity is low and heat is high, lethal combination for my lovely plants, the one that was a bit odd has started to straighten out, yes my beauty, play pretend that nothing was ever wrong and you are secretly broken from the start, just grow and be ready to show your genius. Due to the dam situations I have taken to spraying them more often, this has caused them to fall over. soon I shall figure out how to support my plants, get them growing at full speed despite the terrible conditions in which we find ourselves, then we shall not be the ones to suffer, it shall be everyone else, long gone will these days of dry air and small work space, soon it will be a paradise of my choosing, soon people will look to me with terror and awe. Light intensity has increased to 25%. The stretch the plants were facing might have been from lack of light, I will increase soon again, and move the light higher so that the plants have the sky to grow into, yes plants, hear me? I will give you all the sky you need, now just give me the world in return, grow damn you, Grow! There is a world of earth, a planet with people needing not be be here anymore, you and I, we are the same, we will consume it all! ======================================================================== That was short and bitter, much like my acting career, who knew being the face for lemons would be a dead end, probably why the only gig I could get next was voice overs for a cheap studio no one knows about. Thank you for joining us, without you I would not be here, and without Zamnesia there would be no story, so use the code: ZAMMIGD2023 and spice up your life with something different. Thank you once again for joining us, until next week, stay wicked my weed worshippers. ======================================================================= ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ======================================================================== Notes: Not growing terribly well, maybe I expect too much from the plants, but by the end of week two I was expecting a bit more growth, however I am happy as this is a learning curve and I am hoping to come out the other side a better grower, maybe I care too much, as the water amounts have been rather large. The light has been increased in intensity and the light moved higher, nutrition is going to be something added to soon, no need to add too much, but just trace amounts. I haven't been measuring PH of my solution, will look to do that next week as the nutrients are increased.

Once again into the cupboard dear friends, once again it is time for another episode of “Tales from the Closet''. Before all that, we would like to thank Zamnesia for the seeds they sent us, still waiting on a like for my grow… maybe they don’t like it, maybe they hate it, well, the last laugh will be mine once the plant is ready. Oh wait… this is reality and not one of my stories, only Joking Zamneisa, I know you love me.. Now, people of the unsuspecting world, let us delve into the CCC and find out what is happening in this week's “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”. ====================================================================== The commotion was what dropped the lead ball in my stomach, that lurching feeling that something had gone horribly wrong, that something was not right and that it was my work that was in jeopardy. It was early, I was walking to my office with a cup filled with warm coffee in my hand, then I noticed a bunch of lab coats standing outside my work room looking through the window. Fear raced through my veins as my mind conjured up the worst thoughts: have my plants died, has someone stolen them? Rushing forward I barged the petty little lab coats out of the way and looked through the window to a scene of horror, there were bugs scuttling around my plants, filthy, disgusting bugs: as an indoor horticulturist it is very dangerous to have any form of insect in the grow room, especially any that eats the plant, in the sterile environment there are no predators to keep their numbers in check, so with ample food and zero interference it would be a plague of biblical proportions on my plant. Quickly I ordered up some Cannacure (should never have done anything without it), filled my spray tank, suited up and went in, time was of the essence. Long hours I have now spent spraying each morning and night, the organic compounds make sure that the plant doesn’t get damaged while getting rid of bugs, not as immediate as peroxide spraying, but I do not want that in my plant, let alone in the soil. Apart from that they are growing well, despite the slow start they are beginning to grow bush and big, the leaves are big and beautiful, no aromas or flowers yet, but there are lots of branches, and where there are branches there will be flowers eventually. Dave stopped by and visited, he had heard the commotion caused by the infestation. His logic was that the infestation was caused by my own carelessness, that I had brought the bugs in and jeopardized the whole facility. While he was talking, all the while I could not stop glancing towards a young female behind him standing in the corridor, she looked a little out of place, just not quite right. There was something odd about her. With the week finished and the spraying now an ongoing process, I find myself sitting with the plants more and more, just watching them grow. Nature is astounding: despite all the adversity, these little death dealers are robust and strong, showing that life will always find a way. The door opened behind me and that woman walked in and closed the door behind her, her name tag said “Patricia”. ======================================================================== Finally my delectable denizens of the web, we have an actually story point on which to hang our hat, who the hell is this Patricia, what the hell is she doing in this story, does the writer have a plan or are they just using what is around them like some mindless beast throwing things around. Find out next week or… or… well bugger off and leave your likes. Thank you once again to Zamnesia, I am now looking at growing a cactus as they sell seeds and think it would be exciting to grow something that is low maintenance once you get it going, and can knock your socks off. Check out their webpage at Zamnesia.com, if you haven't already you are either really bad in bed or still live in your moms closet, so if you don’t want to be either of those, have a look, you don’t need to buy any new seeds to look, but if you do want to buy try this code: ZAMMIGD2023. Until next time, go with the wind my friends! ======================================================================== ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ================================================================================= Notes: Well FML, that was a rough week! The plants have not developed as well as I hoped, then to top it off I find these little flies running around the soil; it is difficult to describe the feeling to a non grower of how that feels, it is like you have failed, the soil has failed you and the plant is just being a little bitch, why won't you fight!!!! Then you remember that you took it out of its natural environment where it develops an ecosystem which can support and attract predators to protect it, wait… am I the person it has attracted? Sorry, wrong diary. Plant consumption of fertigation has gone up, I do not irrigate much now as I introduced the plant to nutrients over a cup of tea, however the plant said it would only like to be around nutrients in small doses.. Each fertigation is brought to within PH6.2 and 6.4, so far there are no signs of burning and the growth is going well. Cannacure has helped quell the bug uprising, It is one of the downsides of growing in summer, there are bugs everywhere and it just takes one to find its way in. Altogether it has been a good week, the plants are growing, we are winning against the bug invasion and despite SC being a little smaller than the other plants, they make up for it in bush.

Welcome my horrid apprentices of the botanical arts, welcome once again to “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, we hope you have had the most frightful week as we have done here at Jobbie Studios, this place really is a shit hole. We would like to thank Zamnesia for their wicked Seeds and we would encourage you to check out their selection using the secret code that grants you access to the forbidden discount. But before then, let us see what is happening in the Closet at the CCC. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) “My name is…” She began before I cut her off. “Patricia?” I interjected. “Yes how did you… the name tag, knew it was a stupid idea to use our own names, but Geoff said it would be the best disguise. Complete idiot.” She looked exasperated, the expression was one I knew well as her display of emotion mirrored that of my frustration with my bosses. A silence hung for a few minutes, each appraising the other. Then I suddenly realized, it was her that had released the bugs, her who had tried to sabotage my work. “IT WAS YOU! You tried to destroy my experiments and halt my work” Although my words were formed with irritation, something inside felt at a juxtaposition with the words and how I was meant to be feeling, instead, there was no real anger. “Oh please, I got you the seeds.” She rolled her eyes. “Then why…” It was her turn to cut me off. “I did not know what they were going to be used for or by whom, if I had known that then maybe I would have sent anthrax instead.” I almost laughed at that quirky person this was. “Why then, are you here?” She explained that Zamnesia was not just a seed store, but a whole underground movement based around love, inclusivity and nature, that when she found out what I planned she had to stop me. Her efforts had failed she admitted, however, there was another plan, this plan was to be slower and less drastic, she did not even explain the outcome, but bid me to continue growing the plants as best I could. Before leaving she left me a burner phone to contact her by text, then just disappeared. No agreement had been reached, however so disgruntled by the CCC’s bullshit and favouritism and short sightedness, so play along with both camps seems like the best idea at the moment, no need to jump into another pool without looking for sharks. Work went into the plants, they still had issues with the small flies as once they got a foothold it will take a lot of effort to rid the plants of the pests. Now is the time to put the plant through some LST (Low Stress Training), it is important with such a short life span that the plants would need to be trained in order to get the most out of them, they shall be bent and tied down for their own good. Whichever way I choose to go with my decision on what camp to join, one thing will be for sure, the world will know my name. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) So my fiendish fern people, the plot thickens as options appear for the mad scientist, let us hope that he does not end the world and it’s population, not that this was one of the options… just a personal hope. Now for the long awaited code: ZAMMIGD2023, use this to gain access to a top secret discount for seeds on Zamnesia, there you will be able to get your own wonderful plants and begin experimenting with the world of botany, who knows, maybe you will be like this mad scientist one day, if so, just remember who got you started. Until next time, so long and always be bad! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Light increased to 75%, foliar applications continue with formulex and cannacure, got to keep watch for bugs, especially during summer. The plants are doing well and are responding well to training, they are sometimes a bit dopey but I like that. Watering has increased in amount and nutes are being added as per usual. My only issue is the tent practically falling apart, I will need to get a new one. Mind you, this is me talking from the future, the diaries are a couple weeks behind so that I can be prepared. Until next time, keep the faith and pass on any tips for autos in the comments, always eager to learn.

We apologise that the writers strikes have interrupted your regular viewing schedule, but a strike is a non violent demonstration to prove how much worth a group of people have in their field of vocation, it is done in an attempt to show that they deserve to be treated better, I think they are a great way to show the world how badly some groups are treated and honestly, think most of us should be on strike, however, there is this mentality that people often have which is to make fun of people striking, to ridicule them as not having work ethic or not enough intelligence to pick a better job. If you do have these thoughts, then why the hell are you here? Growing cannabis is and should always be an act of rebellion, it should always be something we do to kick against the world and the prescribed life people design for us, by growing you are saying "no, I do not accept the outdated traditional based laws of the land, no I do not accept what big corporations have to offer over the counter". As home growers we should be outraged that corporations are trying to steal our weed, a substance that until recently big corp would fire you for using and then would make sure you would struggle to find another job. They then have the audacity to try and grow it to sell back to us, where are the farmers markets? A person can grow fruit and veg to sell without a permit, why not weed? The world is supposed to be in the majority a capitalist economy, so if someone grows shit weed, you stop buying from them and go next door. If you live somewhere that the writers are protesting, do my country hick ass a favour, go to where they are protesting and share some weed with them, you never know, might make you famous, just imagine sparking up a joint with Neil Gaiman. Anyway, your usual show will be back soon after they see what a shit job I am doing. Just a few things, go read the other two diaries to get a full scoop, the plants are treated the same atm. One thing is an exception, these are not flowering yet, but this is an 11 week strain so I shall have patience. Check out a rebel supplier, check out Zamnesia for your next seeds, use code ZAMMIGD2023 for a discount, they are willing to support the cause of home grow weed or home grow... other things, so support them as well, vote with your dollars, throw off the shackles and become one with nature. See you next time, lots of love from Jobbie Studios.

Welcome denizens of dope, come into my closet where we will discuss evil deeds and the desire to stick a fork into a person's eye or tie their shoelaces together when no one is looking. Stay while the next episode of “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” unfolds before you like a viper ready to strike a fatal wound, but before you shake of your mortality, before the final curtain drops, don’t be caught dead without growing a plant or ten, use the code ZAMMIGD2023 for a discount at Zamnesia, get growing, get creating and add something green to the world instead of being the parasite that only takes, after all, what is death without life. Enjoy the show! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) It has been a while, but the work continues as the plants just continue to grow, most of the other scientists seem to have been hitting brick walls with their research, which meant that for some reason their vehicles have also been hitting brick walls on the street, confining them to the failure of death at the hidden hands of their employers, it seemed that my work was reaching prominence, other people were starting to take notice, even Dave. Out the corner of my eye I often see white coats buzzing around my office, even when I am working I can feel their eyes upon me, greedy little eyes peering with envy at the magnificent work my hands are performing. There is a simple solution to the fear that is people trying to steal of sabotage me, sprays. It is amazing what a smell can do for people, I spray the plants and my office with a chemical cleaner, no worries for me as I lost my sense of smell years ago in an unfortunate accident where in an attempt to identify a liquid, having been challenged by a peer: being told to try and identify it, and that I would need to take a big deep breath due to the faintness of odour, I had taken a massive sniff of ammonia, if you do not know what that smells like, just imagine the odd smell old urine has, that horrible smell close to eucalyptus, but disgusting. Funny thing about Ammonia is that it will burn, and so it burnt most of my smell receptors. Now any strong smell is just a faint whisper to my nose. So, I use something that does not harm the plant, my nose doesn’t register it and makes others feel utterly repulsed. This was not full proof, most scientists stayed away, the smell helped but also the logic that anything which had such a terrible odour would be useless in attracting human proximity. There were a few that were not fooled however, these I might have to deal with in another way. Since my fateful meeting with Patricia, she kept in contact with me, sending emails to me via the intranet they had installed here; apparently the security was more focused in outside interference, so when you set up an email within the system that she could access anywhere, there was no real way for them to discover this. She continued to send persuasive arguments to stop my work, to be fair she was also having the best of the argument so far as my employers had begun their incendiary process of making redundancies, it definitely made a new light of getting fired. The question remained; how do I become famous if I just walked away, how do I get what I want? Sometimes I wished that there was a gardener looking after me, someone who kept pests away, someone who would happily feed me and look after my growth and train me… yes train, I am now training my plants so that they would be even more appealing, also to keep them smaller as to not raise any more awareness by growing monsters… after all that was the scientist three doors down who was doing that, or at least he was trying to now that he only has 4 fingers and a thumb left. My care of the plant led me to begin cutting some unwanted leaves or branches off, just a few, but it led me to think about where I was spending my energy, what in my own life needed cutting away so that things would be better. Maybe we all need to cut things off. The plant is continuing to grow, yet it still shows no flowers. Watching something living grow up and develop has began to make me feel connected, even attached to the plant, is this normal? Maybe others were capable of feeling these emotions, maybe others would want to continue feeling them in the future, maybe some people deserved to live and maybe, some people didn’t. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) A difficult decision indeed, what would you pick if you had the power of life and death over a multitude of scummy humans? I know what I would choose, can you guess my decision? Yes of course it is torture. Why end suffering when you can prolong it. If you are suffering in life at the moment, then here is something to make life a little better, Zamnesia has a plant for everything you need to help, they also have this secret access code: ZAMMIGD2023 for a discount, which is nice considering staying alive (medical care) is the number 1 cause of bankruptcy in the USA. Until next time my friends, sweet dreams! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: This plant is taking a bit of time to flower, the other who have started, this one seems to be doing its own thing and as such has been the main focus of my attention with regards to defoliation, I am taking off lower branches as from experience they sap lots of energy and produce shit, so off with them. They are thirsty and happy with the LST, must comment on the fact that they have taken to the LST really well and are growing very bushy. There are still little shitty bugs, but as mentioned this is something I am unlikely to solve without going nuclear, instead we seek to manage the situation rather than try anything too extreme. A healthy happy plant with enough deterrent will have very little issues with bugs. That is the theory everyone seems to preach. The main thing I have learnt is that Autos are not as consistent as some companies lead you to believe, that the time they predict is much like the weather, it will be accurate or it wont, sometimes it is just a good idea to bring a jacket to the barbecue. I am seeking to create a system of perpetual grow, maximizing the usage of my space, so in order to have different plants at different stages of growth like a conveyor belt is unlikely with an auto, instead, I will need to work out triggers for stages that are not based on the proposed amount of time. If you have any good suggestions let me know in the comments, thanks.

Welcome devious denizens of the dope developers, yes, you dope lovers all over the world, we welcome you to our little corner cupboard of this planet for this week's episode of “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, brought to you with our partners in crime Zamnesia Seeds, if you want an absolutely criminal discount use code: ZAMMIDG2023 on your next seeds purchase from them. Now you depraved and desperate devils, it is time for your episode, enjoy! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Still the wait continues, no flowers have appeared, the plants continue to grow strong and luscious with large leaves and strong colour. My problem is that without flowers I cannot bring forth fruit, yet much of life seems to be a waiting game. One day they will produce a sticky beautiful flower and they will give me what has always been my dream, a dream that now I cannot seem to conjure, something that I cannot seem to decipher the direction. Things were once easy fuelled by my anger and hatred of the world, however, things since being here have grown distorted, like trying to read a map in the thickest fog. The battle continues with my great foes; flies continue to grow despite all of the efforts I have gone to, they seem hell bent on surviving the worst conditions my hand can create for them, they still throw themselves on to my sticky traps with wanton abandon, greed driving their path for more, leading them to a sticky and horrific end on my traps. The “colleagues” whom the smell was to deter still appear, less, much like the flies, but they still appear swarm to my window when I am working, peering in, driven by the same greed that drives the flies, hungry to feed off of anything that might give them more power. Patricia still messages me, she talks of a group that is set up to prevent such people as I work for, people who want a better world, a world without hate and prejudice, it sounds nice, however if history has ever taught me anything it is that people are fickle and desperate, willing to die, stuck in place by the very thing that their senses tell them is what they want. She has also mentioned that the plant I am currently growing is meant for something different, that it is something which is a catalyst for change, the plant itself is a green revolution, that its flowers will bring peace and harmony to anyone who is willing to try it. Maybe she is right, time will tell and my work will continue as this place feeds on indecision and weakness, this energy of fear drives my hands towards the work I have undertaken and will not relent until it is complete, damn the consequences. As I prune my plant this organization continues to prune off its employees, little waste is to be spent on useless projects that are already showing the cracks of failure. The stress it brings others seems to be affecting many, the man down the hall who was breeding monsters had some great success, however the stress had eventually gotten him and he created something that seemed harmless, in that it appeared to die shortly after it had been born, once he reached in with his two fingers and thumb to retrieve it before anyone saw the failure, the thing used its last energy to bite him. He was dead within the hour. My research is leading me to think that happiness or at least contentment leads to growth. The plants grow best when they are happy: this does not mean that they face no stress, but instead that if they face it within an environment which they feel safe and happy in, the plant is best suited to grow well and to show less problems. Compared to my current conditions, I would say the plants have it better, the staff here are worn down and as explained earlier, this sort of high stress environment creates a high risk to the practices of each researcher, more mistakes are made, less progress is obtained. Bob is regularly paying me visits, each time this week he has stopped by the lab his frown seems to deepen, his ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Once again we find ourselves at the end of an episode, fuck bob! I think we can all say that, can he not just leave our great scientist to change the face of world history! Check out Zamnesia while you are online now, they have a catalog of fun to browse until all hours of the morning. We shall see you next time in my cupboard, for another badly written episode, almost as though the writer is unsure how long it will go on for, or how long they will still have a job. Until next time, be good, but if you are like me and choose to be bad make sure to name it after me. Good night! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: They just keep growing, no sign of flower yet, I just keep getting excited and then getting disappointed, feels like dating in High school again… well… didn’t do too much of that due to myself being a bit weird. They are pretty happy, all issues are dealt with and just taking my time trying to learn the virtues of patience. Respect to the seeds, they have gone though some stressful growing with everything going on in my life, yet they are still here and still growing.

Greetings my ganja gremlins, looks like you are wanting more of those crazy stories, to hear more of the wonderful adventures of everyone's favorite mad scientist, let us get ready for another episode of TFTC:The Dreaded Strawberry Cough, in partnership with Zamnesia seeds, the creators of fantastically maniacal strains. So my dope devils, on with the show. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) It wasn’t what I thought would happen, it certainly was not something I ever thought that my hands would ever do in my lifetime. It was a work that might carry some shame in the back of my head for a long time. Just imagine the feeling, to conspire, to plot and then to execute a great plan, but a plan you never wanted to do. I sat there, in my small bathroom at home, just thinking on the floor of my shower. Life is a simple and fragile thing, it can come and go with the same level of careless emotion, it is something that should be guarded, yet we all assume invincibility is the hidden talent school never taught us about. We are after all, invincible, each and everyone of us is, until we are not. Then you learn how easy the mask is pulled off and we find beneath it a weak, fragile being unable to save itself from itself, most of us die to our own bodies, it is the flesh, blood and bone that we are all shaped with that is the thing which will kill most people in the end. Live long enough and you will die from something that your body does, believe it or not, cancer is a shit show, but the horrible thing beneath all of the distance we try and create between our beloved shitty temples and that of the hideouse thing that kills so many, the horrible thing beneath all the propaganda around it, is that in the end our body does it, it is our body who fucks up, it is your own body who kills you. It kills you slowly, as though it is getting revenge on all the shit you did in the past, all the things we foolishly did in the throws of ecstasy caused by the belief that “we are invincible, so let's find the boundaries' '. I will share a story with you, once upon a time I stayed with a friend who has bad health, wee played video games for hours and hours, our norm would be caffeine, pizza, sweets and around three or four days of solid gaming with no real break, not even sleep. It was about three nights in and we found a game of bejeweled, so we played it for about five hours until we decided to see what other modes the game allowed. “Infinite Mode” was the one we tried, because surely nothing is infinite, surely there will be an end to this. We spent another several hours playing that game until we realized “maybe it said infinite for a reason”. Humans are like this, we challenge the very nature of the world, the very order of anything, just hoping to be the exception, what is worse is that there are people out there that are so closed and sheltered that this belief goes on for a very long time, they seem to think that the rules do not apply to them as they are a “success”, getting their start in life with a platinum pacifier. They see insecurity and doubt as weaknesses, not just the natural instinct one has when they have met their doom on more than one occasion, but manage to survive. The water in my shower was now going cold, I had been there so long that the hot water tank was draining, the apartment was like that, it did not have an electric shower. I did not mind the cold, I did not feel it as the water pooled around me and swirled around and then down the drain. People just don’t seem to realize most of the important lessons until it is too late, don’t play with fire, don’t eat poison, don’t spy on others, don’t treat people like shit, don’t try and destroy someone's work. They say it is always the least obvious person who is the most likely. The water was now clear, the red that diluted it had washed from my skin. It is dirty work disposing of a body so that no one can find it, but I was told there was three rules to life and I try to live by them: Treat others as you wish to be treated yourself, learn from your mistakes and don’t accept gifts from the unknown. If I was that colossal of a prick I would have wanted someone to kill me too. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) What fresh hell has our friend found himself in, we will have to wait until next week to find out. I am so happy that you joined me in the cupboard of catastrophes, we would also like to thank Zamnesia for their seeds, it is something I am very excited to try. If you wish to experience the madness and awesome mind which pours out ideas here, then use the secret code:ZAMMIGD2023 for a discount. Until next time, stay nasty! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Shit happens. Temperatures are a bit crazy, not easy keeping a small cupboard cold without AC. Flies seem to be going away, finding less and less of them (I discovered today that the soil had flies in it.) No sign of flowers yet, these are a longer growing time so not too worried at this point… but still a little worried.

Hello my hellraising heroes of the hemp world, welcome to my closet once again, we are excited to see you here for another episode of “TFTC:The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, brought to you in partnership with Zamnesia, a company who’s entire existence is to bring you the weird and wonderful to enhance your highs and help you feel happy. Last week was a cryptic episode, this week, who knows? Will we find out what happened? Or will it just be another filler episode because the grow is going weird and the writers are stalling for time, let us find out shall we? ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Excerpt sent via Intranet. Patricia, Something has happened which has caused me to rethink my stance on various points which you have raised, details cannot be provided at this stage, suffice to say that the change in my views has led to me to require your assistance if you are able to help. The subjects are doing as well as could be expected, however, the situation in which I find myself is a precarious one, the worry is that due to certain issues the subject are not safe, they and myself could be in grave danger, which brings me to the reason for a change in our emails and instead of picking your brains of their alternative viewpoint, I would like to make a request, an urgent request. Would it be possible for yourself and your colleagues to help me find another place to continue my work? As mentioned, details cannot be divulged at this juncture, you have my word that this request does not come to you out of some casual whimsy but a desperate need regarding the plants and my own wealthfare. Over the time we have been emailing it would appear that a bond has formed between us which garners some form of trust and discretion, this is something that is needed at current. Once again I feel the need to impress upon you the utmost importance as this could also be a time sensitive issue due to the nature of the events, so please do not delay, you are my only hope! Kind Regards, J Response Via Intranet J, Tomorrow, 23:00, work late, prep for evac. I look forward to hearing this story which brought such a momentous change. Until then, keep it secret, keep it safe. P So it was, in the dead of night I disappeared from the facility, do not ask me how it was done, but here I am, in a small house in the suburbs, a laboratory for growing the plants was built, here I was told to stay and that people would check in from time to time, but as to remove as much suspicion there would be little contact, my handler was to be patricia. It felt like this journey has led me to exchange one type of isolation for another, people might not think of the suburbs as isolation, but imagine having a deadly secret, then imagine being placed in a community who tries to find out secrets as though they were a detective, in every dream home a heart ache that people were trying to hide from, using a shawl of condemnation for others around them as a defense, to make themselves feel better by knowing the dirty secrets everyone has. Compared to this place the institute was a yoga retreat. First day here and every neighbor was at the door trying to get in, using some form of home made dish or another to bargain for passage into my house, eyes darting every which way from their viewpoint at the door to gather information like a trawler gathers fish with its nets. So many secrets, yet it feels like I am holding less than any single person on this street. This sort of society is the reason I began my work, how can I be the monster when Charlotte from across the road laughed about her husband working in car insurance, and how his calculations meant the company was able to prevent 4% of payouts to customers, mostly from poor backgrounds by stating “well if they bought a better car they wouldn't have this issue”. Yet, I am the monster. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Friends it is just as I thought, another filler episode to pad out time until the writer has a clue where he is going, by the looks of the Bram Stoker rip off, the writer will be going one place, the unemployment line. What’s next? A montage? Maybe those flashback episodes? Anyway, we would like to thank Zamnesia, their seeds have given us all something to read about, if you would like your own inspiration then check them out, use code ZAMMIGD2023 for a discount on seeds and get expanding your mind, please, I beg you, write something better than this. Until next time, stay nasty and be the monster you want to be. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Still no flowers, just keep the faith. My issue with auto flowers is that the OCD part of me (I do not have OCD, trust me, but we all have OCD traits that will manifest in certain parts of our lives which we get neurotic about), it demands an exact time table, my brain is very systematic sometimes, so the feeding regiment I like is to load the soil until the last week of growth when you are finishing the flush, this can help add a bit of colour, my issue is autos say “fuck you and your plans, I am the captain now”. So we will wait. We have a new tent, bought a cheapish tent from Garden Architects, so far I am impressed, yet Jobbies MOnster my first ever tent, has been retired. Look at photos for reasons why. Just a quick note, feel like i need to explain things: I plan on running this seed again soon, so right now i will tend to push things a little to see what a plant can take, this way when I come to grow it again I will have an understanding of what the plant can do and then try to create the best conditions.

Well FCK me, we are back here again, ignore the fact that I was gone, that is, as ever, and always will be… None of your business. Leave all that soft spoken wimpy nonsense to Yogi Bogie. You do not come here for the gentle chat, you come here for real, or gritty and damn well despicable, you come here for “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” in partnership with Zamnesia, our friends in changing the world, your friend when you need something to grow. As the great philosopher B. Molko once said “a friend in need is a friend in deed, a friend with weed is better”, so Zamnesia is a match made in heaven. If you do not understand the reference, wait till the notes section to find out, if you do not know where that is, it is at the bottom of the page with a title reading “Notes”, cryptic right? Now on with the show. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) How can anyone stand this, it’s a misery-go-round, the same people having the same conversations, the same food, the same routine every day. Their faces are pulling rictus smiles at each other, which I can only guess is working in opposition to the vast amount of money people are spending to look good and avoid wrinkles. It feels like this silly dance they are performing is not only a defence mechanism: making sure everyone knows that only good and happy things are going on in their life, it is also a routine of vigilance. Either it is Sharon in the garden carefully taking an hour to weed a single flower bed, or David in the garage walking in and out, taking things in and out, only to leave the place no different than it was prior to his meddling. Or little Scott, he gets on his bike and cycles round and round in circles. Are they watching me or just watching? The plants are happy, well… as happy ass they can be. Still no flowers, it feels like there is something missing from them, a piece to complete and then the cycle will continue as it should. I am still worried that the CCC will want their plants back, they cannot be happy that I left. Regularly there will be dark vehicles that drive past, mini vans, large cars etc… This could simply be paranoia, this is suburbia, a place which attracts the same types of vehicle commonly associated with nefarious practices. I mean… more people on my street own a dark SUV than don’t, f****** soccer moms. I just wish the plants would sort themselves out, that they would get moving again, it just feels like they are stagnant, the flies have gone away, but a few of the leaves are just dying. I find myself staying up late at night watching them and the street outside of the house, just watching the nothing that is existence, a loop without an escape, a giant tumble drier someone spunked into and boom, life, a life that just keeps repeating until the thing breaks and death swallows us all. That is suburbia living, that is life at current, that is the plants, that is most of us, that is me. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) If you were waiting for this day with any form of anticipation for the stories continuation, then you should be pissed off, if you were smart and didn’t anticipate anything spectacular then good job. This sounds like someone is trying to remake American Beauty… now I realize that many might not know what that movie is, which would explain why you didn’t know who the philosopher was. Thank you to Zamnesia, they really are awesome, I am enjoying these seeds, and the journey they are taking me on. Until next week you scum filled scoundrels of the skunk loving world, ta ta for now. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Yeah I have come to terms with the fact that these will not be flowering while I have the lights on 18-6, no worries, shit happens and plants often have a mind of their own, these have been vegging for ages though which makes me sad as they could have been trained better. They are doing okay, nothing too exciting, we had a wee flush to try and take care of the soil (more on that in future episodes. You might not know this, but I am writing these diaries in the future, so everything going on has happened, these plants have already finished, I was just trying new methods of optimizing my writing… as you can tell it hasn’t helped. Here we go then for all you curious kids. Watch American Beauty as the movie is quite fucked up, but, was amazing. B. Molko is none other than Brian Molko, the lead singer of Placebo, the song is Pure Morning, it is epic.

Once again before me I see denizens of dopeland, the misfits of the world, the cultish cultivators. Welcome all to another episode of “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” with Zamnesia, the best place for all retail reprobates to get the best in seeds and sundry. Last episode was boring, let us hope that less happens in that variety, so now our demands have been voiced, on with the show! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Well It appears I have cracked it, the plants? No, they are just as utterly miserable as me, sustaining a weak existence of confinement with nothing to bloom about. Pretty sure that Susan at number 12 is having an affair with Brad at Number 5, but no worries, as Brad's wife Jen is having… lots of affairs. Jessica and Michael at 8 are on antidepressants, they just seem to always have that numb smile, not saying anything is wrong with using them, but as far as I can guess they are just miserable and using whatever they can not to face the pain they feel. That is my opinion anyway. Luke at number 2 I am pretty sure killed his wife, I saw him one night dragging some very heavy bags to the car, this was around midnight, then he sped off and returned three hours later. Definitely a killing happening there, maybe I could ask if he would do me too, not much happening in my life. If this goes on any longer I might have to try drinking alcohol like other people do… to excess. It is just a life of doing nothing, sitting here waiting for something to happen yet not willing to go out and make it happen, a life of delivery people, having everything brought to me on a silver platter. I will be honest, not sure about many of the rumors, but I know for a fact that Mike at 23 is even more lonely than myself, how do I know that? Well the issue with the suburbs is that all the houses pretty much look the same, the place is a maze of little streets everywhere, so yes, I accidently walked into his house, even though he has a CCTV camera at his front door, which was unlocked, yeah, the person bought a very expensive piece of equipment, yet refuses to use the standard home defense that everyone else uses. His house was a mess, it looks like he gets everything delivered, including large quantities of soda which he drinks while playing video games and eating delivered pizza. Not going to lie, sounds not bad, I might have to get some video games. After realizing my mistake, I left his house and rediscovered the location of my own. Patricia has been in touch, she said to sort my shit out and stop perving on the neighbors. Maybe she is right, maybe she isn’t, I will once I see what happens to the murderer…. I should get popcorn for that one. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Would anyone like to sign my petition, could we get another writer here? This one has turned a glorious story of conquest and destruction into desperate housewives, some melodramatic suburban show trying to convince everyone that the people in the big houses have hard lives too, well you can shove your propaganda up your…. … Sorry for that, wrong blog post. Until next time, stay nasty and visit Zamneisa for more pep in your step. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Yeah still nothing resembling flowers, so… What to do, Once the rest of the plants are done then they will have their time to shine. Sadly there are all sorts of issues that might crop up like big plants, small pots and everything else life throws at you. Might just fast forward this one and do the same with the rest of the posts and just write a few more posts cause not much happens and dropped the ball a little. You will see.

Welcome wize weed wizards, welcome to the closet that contains only skeletons of plants, which we all love smoking. Welcome to “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” your favorite show that shows up occasionally on your screen whenever the writers have time to write. Our thanks always goes to Zamnesia for providing us with wonderful seeds to experiment on for our dastardly dope propagation. Now, on with the show and let us find out where the hell this is going. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) You know that feeling you get? I am sure that everyone knows what I am talking about, that feeling of supreme intellect and strength you get when making plans, that this will be the breakthrough, that you will utterly sort everything out and get back to being a normal human being, that you are the sun and the center of your own universe, ready to make plants move in order to do your thing. Yeah, we all get that feeling, it is the difference between subjective and objective. You can spend hours making the best plans, using the cold light of objectivity to plan your approach, only if this was how it always happened. Life is subjective as we are subjects within the spectrum of conscience existence. Life does not have a plan, it is a horny pitbull dog with two dicks who had the worst sort of owner, this monster doesn't know if it wants to f*** you or eat you, but either way you are likely to get the rotten end of the stick unless you know how to handle the moment. Many of you will be sitting there thinking “oh but if you have a plan blah blah blah…”, and yes, once again in the bouncy safe place we call objective speculation or planning, it sounds great, when you act out this plan things get real: in your safe little planning room you cannot see the dog, you cannot smell the dog, you don’t imagine the snarl, the teeth, the barking or two massive throbbing dicks. This my friends is reality, this is what happens when most of us have that plan at night thinking tomorrow will be epic, you go to sleep, you wake up, you realize that despite your best plans, you are not different. Today there was a knock at the door, so naturally thinking my package had arrived I answered. It was not the delivery person, it was Mike from 23. He looked me up and down in a quick glance, it looked like he was trying to figure out if I had two dicks. Then I realized I was only in my under pants and in my confusion had let the door fully open. “Eh, the f*** were you doing in my house?” He said after regaining his composure, the question wasn’t angry, but it seemed like he wished it to be; it was the sort of question someone had rehearsed in their mirror, but when reality hits those two dicks just stare you down, and under its red hot gaze you just end up being polite while using angry words. If I was to say that after the question my response was harsh, cutting and macho, but it was not, instead the whole event was not in my plan: in the background he would likely see my sleeping place on the couch, bed covers and all, last nights snacks, several unfinished drinks, cartoons on the tv and my bowl of cereal, getting soggy. “Eh, yeah sorry, got the wrong house ha, don’t they all look alike?” was my slightly halting reply. “Okay cool, just, you know, try to remember which one is yours next time.” This had become the weirdest conversation, two people unsure what to say or do, two people who do not like confrontations now trying to have a confrontation with no effort. Like two people having a fight using balloons, only they couldn’t be bothered to blow them up so they just stand there, awkward. There is this thing in me, where in awkward conversations or high strung moments, where most normal people will try to escape as quickly as they can, not me, normal conversation is my problem, the awkward stuff is where I swim happily. . “I noticed you like playing video games, what are you into? Anything cool?” Yes you read that right, after invading this man's privacy, I now attempt to start a conversation based on knowledge gained from said invasion of privacy. He looked confused, very confused, but it was too late as he had the look in his eyes, that “wtf is going on but let's ride the wave”. It is that look that made me decide this weird lonely man will now be my friend. We began spending time together, playing video games and watching crappy TV, it felt good, just to have someone around that you can spend time with, someone who would be sympathetic to your problems, someone who was going through something similar. I explained that my previous job was not great so I had to leave my career and city, Mike had broken up with his ex six months ago and it hadn’t quite sorted itself out. So there we were, new friends both at the shit end of life. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Oh yay, so glad we have sat through all these episodes just to arrive at a season from a hallmark show, that no matter what the power of friendship is the most important. Well, this is no fault of Zamnesia, they just provide awesome seeds and let the writers do their… magic, just like their uncle dressed up as a clown on their 4th Birthday, that is the level of magic I was talking about. So join us next week for more of this fantastic Magic. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Yeah I am kinda done with notes, behind schedule and I want to get this done. Highlights are that these plants are sad, their pain is my gain as it is teaching me some interesting things. They are still living, they are still blooming, but without your permission we are going to hit the fast forward. Oh the fan fell down and mangled a plant or two, nothing too bad, but it is a lesson in securing your equipment.

Once again friends, you join me in my den of sin and splifs, it is delightful isn't it? Sadly you are here to see “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” brought to you by Zamnesia, a place where you will not be disappointed by what is offered… Unlike some places, I mean, why do I get up for this? Without further preamble, let us delve into the closet once more. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Mike and I continued hanging out. It was just a nonstop cycle of wake, hang out, eat, sleep, repeat. We had gotten on for a few weeks and found that we had a few things in common, not video games, they were fun and everything but not my skill set, even though I do play them now. We both love different things, but have the same geeky obsession: he is into computers, I am interested in plants. One day while we were watching a documentary on the couch eating cereal for dinner, he turns to me and asked with a sly look “Do you smoke?” It took me a second to respond as we had spent a lot of time together, he had never seen me smoke, or maybe this was his way of getting me to smoke, is this going to be some sort of social pressure to get me to smoke a cigarette… I barely drink! “No, cigarettes are disgusting, why?” I said after a second's thought. “No not cigarettes, you know… smoke *wink wink” Why do people often say wink when winking, do people not understand what facial movement means? I looked around, old habits kicking in with my deep suspicions. “You mean drugs?” I almost whispered it, the complete irrational fear that someone would be listening in, that he was a cop or a hidden CCC operative trying to get me, then the whole absurdity of it kicked in. Awaiting a response from him in the gap gave me time to notice his facial expression, it was the same one kids get when told Santa is not real: mouth parted, eyes squinting, forehead creased and eyes darting on instinct to different sides of the brain, almost as though both sides were firing neurons back and forward asking “was it you who f***ed up or me?” “Friend you look like the first time you realized that your parents were lying to you about Santa”. He closed his mouth but the other expressions remained, the state of utter incredulity. “Why do you often smell of weed?” Sometimes in life you get asked questions, these questions will cause that brain of yours to freak out. I had spent some time with Mike, he was not an idiot, he was also street smart in a way, well, he would know what weed smells like. Then my brain panics wondering who else could smell this, was I to be raided, what if the cops wanted to come and take me away. Wait no, it is legal in this part of the country. Then I remembered the plants I am still growing. Probably should have just binned them… were they weed plants? So I took him into the basement and showed them in the tent, I said “doubt they are weed plants, the packaging said Marijuana.” He looked at me sideways. “You know that is Weed right?” Mike did it in a nice way, where people don’t wait for an answer as they were wanting to inform you rather than make fun of you, whilst also making it obvious that this is common knowledge. “Yeah these are weed plants, but from what I know about plants they are unhappy” he said while looking at them. “I know, I am something of a botanist. Can I tell you a secret?” “Yeah man ofc, who am I going to tell?” After a second I began to explain to him about my background, a sheltered life, all the shit with the CCC, you name it. Also about the plants. Mike was not sure whether he was excited or scared, it is odd how people from the “normal” life freak out about the outsiders, it is a mixture of apprehension and fascination, it is like the first meeting with some other life form, or going diving for the first time, it is like a new world you get to explore. For him anyway, for me it was just answering embarrassing questions. We decided to fix the plants, it was legal where we were, so a trip to the hydro store and some research was in order, from what we had found out that day the plants were starting to flower, they needed attention stat, so we drew up a plan, get up early and go get it done. Let us see who has two dicks now life? ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) What a surprise, just never could have seen that massive reveal coming, the plants are weed, what a weird coincidence folks, that's it, you have it, the genius writers came up with something you would never have guessed. Thank you for Zamnesia’s charity giving the writers seeds to make up stories about, at this point their actions cannot be called anything other than charity, like giving an alcoholic money, it is the right thing to do, but doubtful they will buy a balanced meal with it. Join us next week for more of…. This. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Yeah read last week.

The Temple of Bloom It is time, let us play with the plot of the worst written scifi or whatever you want to call this, it has been dramatic at points, mostly confusing, very confusing, but what is not confusing is Zamnesia, their website has everything and it not confusing. So thank you to them for making the seeds simple and easy unlike the plot that someone forgot they were writing. So, on with the story, welcome back to “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” here is this weeks episode, I am sorry. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) The plan was to meet up at 10am and get started, the original hope was to be up before double figures and not have just stayed up all night. Despite not going to bed till 4am, right to the last closing of my eyes I felt confident that this was still the plan. Mike was going to get me up next day. It was 11am when my eyes opened, to say that I was experiencing anger was an understatement, this was meant to be a day of change, where the hell is MIke, isn’t he supposed to be there to help? At this rate we will be running around like crazy. First thing is first, coffee. Coffee done, cereal in bowl with milk and… morning shit time. Despite being a god of change (in my previous night's planning), I couldn't make it out the door before 12:30pm. The desire to do something feels like an elusive dream; forever so close in your head, but just out of reach with your fingers, a glimmer of something then, then, gone. Unlike a dream however, it didn’t get buried under a blanket of subconscious haze, it instead hid behind masses of anxiety that would array before me when my self imposed deadline(s) appeared, I had not left the street in several weeks. So I did the only thing that anyone would do, mach over to MIkes and demand an explanation as to why he was so lazy, secretly looking for some wisdom to fix my laziness, or to make me feel better about my own ineptitude to get things moving. After all, two legs are better than one when trying to get something moving. No confrontations as you probably guessed, instead, we just got ready and left with coffee, the place was open, we got what we needed, everything is now on track. Never at any point did we think “why are we doing this?” instead we just did, when something feels right no one questions it until it stops feeling right, which is why it is so easy to start things and not finish them, i guess, the feeling of novelty wears off, it stops feeling so right and just becomes a thing, then our mind will seek out something else to give that right feeling, that excitement, only to repeat the cycle, this is probably why failure is so addictive, there is always something new to start, always a new hobby out there, always a new project or… in my case a new town, a new neighbor and maybe some day a new career. Over the next few weeks the plants regained a little of the composure, but as we relayed information between people helping us and the project itself, they made those faces, the kind you expect when someone tells you the bad news. I mean, it will grow and finish, but it will be ugly. Part of me when walking away time after time from conversations where most people say just to kill the plants, shoot it dead, put it out of its misery, that failing feeling hits you. It doesn’t creep, it hits you like someone jumping out the dark on you, except worse, I fear failure. Failure is just a part of life, a part we hate, life is no cake where every part is good, instead it is more like a Christmas or thanksgiving dinner: there are things on the plate that you like, often things that you are not so interested in, however you can chew through the parts you do not like while looking at the parts you do, or you can mask the flavors with each other. Despite all of the negative feedback we decided to press on, there was something in us now that we wanted to cling to, a purpose, to finish these f***ing plants. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Well that was less painful than the rest, seems like the story is going somewhere now, the writers are likely to be going to the unemployment line, do not feel that all those strikes were worthwhile. Thank you Zamnesia for your love and patience, sorry that this takes so long, if you didn't know already, our writers are useless. Join us next week for… Fml we are harvesting, he really did hit fast forward. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Shit happens, they are miserable and poorly taken care of, sorry plants I do love you but life happens and we learn from the bad or we die. Talking of that, next week it is your turn to take the big old dirt nap… well, more of a joint nap, a nap in my cupboard, slowly dried until I can smoke you and smile. Added another light to cover everything, including the plants I was growing cause I got bored, these grew big but they didn't seem to bulk up, likely because I didn't practice good trimming.

IT’S TIME!!! The time you skanks have been waiting for, when we kill kill kill, this is the only reason I signed up to introduce this, I read the synopsis, saw in the first two lines that there was murder, world domination and mass murder, my favorite things in the world. Should have kept reading the rest, when shopping at Zamnesia however, there are no hidden traps, no pit falls, no weird transfer of information, just an easy transaction and exactly the things you desire. Now, it is time for “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” harvest spectacular… yay! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) When my end comes, I want it to be like a weed plant. Now that I think about it I will amend what was just said; the love, care and dignity that you feel when laying a plant to rest, I have heard that certain ancient cultures had a tradition where, when someone was reaching the end, all of their friends and neighbors would sing to them as they passed on, to give them the best send off for whatever was ahead. That is the sort of care I talk of. Everything was there, it had flowered to the end, it was a dry sad looking plant, honestly I think plant therapists might be a future market.. Maybe I'm onto something, save that thought. Wewere told to keep an eye on the trichomes for when they went from cloudy to amber, when a few start going amber, then it is time. So around my kitchen table we gathered with scissors from Zamnesia… yes the same place where I got the seeds I abused, shh, just don’t tell them, some gloves on and bowls for the buds. Mike and I just stared at the plants. When you are confronted with change, especially change in something that you have invested in, it makes you pause.We just stood there unsure whether we wanted to go through with it, we looked at each other with the same question in mind: “who will cut them down?” “I will do the first and third, you do the second?” MIke said, it was a statement of fact, but made in that way where the sentence goes up in pitch towards the end making it sound like a question. “Yeah” I replied in a mumble, then after a pause “lets kick this in the dick”, it seemed appropriate. Mike stared at me for a few seconds with a serious expression on his face, he then said “from what we were told at the store I hope there are no dicks hiding in there to kick, why would you say that?” I almost died laughing. We cut them down and then put them into a cupboard I converted for the plants to dry; extractor fan with filter and a gentle fan for air circulation. Two weeks later we put them in jars to just finish to perfect cure… whatever the f*** that means. At that time Mike and I started another project. It took a few weeks to let all the emotions and thoughts settle. When I cut the plant down it felt cathartic, like severing the ties to a previous life that I no longer wanted to be a part of. It felt like I was ready for change and whatever that might be… first change will be getting stoned. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) I can see the end, it is beautiful, I just cannot wait for it. Thank you Zamnesia for the Seeds, you are the best, shout out to Patricia the Homie from another momie, yeah that makes no sense and isn’t even spelt right. Right lets fast forward and get the last one done. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: SO yeah, lack of soil for the root system, then the nutrients ran putin the soil, the heat didnt help, my absence didn't help much either… I am a shitty dad. Things I have learned here: Need good amount of soil to store nutrients, also, means you have less time between low on water and no water, one the plant can handle, the other makes a plant shit a brick. If a super long unwanted veg happens, just repot it, add more soil, top it, do something. This should be a little object lesson for everyone as to why we do or don’t do certain things. For reference I am a habitual line stepper, people say don’t do something and my first thought is “Why?”, then after thinking about why I then think “yeah, but what if?” Should have been a car crash test doll.