TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough

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.