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why do i do it??????????

politics sucks.........................one love..............................with two females....................or three...

after adding coca cola it finally started to flower................................................and i chopped off the roots.......................im just gonna spray leaves from now on................................should i chop off the leaves too? i started smoking dried roots.....................man they ever strong......................and against many peoples advice im NOT defoliating.....................or maybe i dont know.............................grow bigger plants next time

im gonna shock em with electricity.................................why not so far the like coca cola.....................bleach aint bothering them.....................so wtf...............................and since now on i quit canna...................im gonna feed this plants only hamburgers and pancakes.....................maybe occasional fries.......................but nothing wild............................👽😡🙏.....................................................................well.................today i just salted it............to take some pictures......................i also noticed flakes of paint from the ceiling falling on my buds........................or maybe..................wait............................wtf is this shit? 💪..........................................................I LOVE EVERYBODY

one love..................one life....................................GANJA GANJA GANJA 😇😡😍🙏👺

😷................................another 3 weeks ...................................may be a bit less

Peace Everybody.....................................................and Ganja..............................is this shit ready?...............................i heard many times that size dont matter...............................what u think?

PATIENCE.................................................💪💪👈.......................................and ganja👺👻😨😎😡👽

BUDS ..............BUDS......................BUDS.......................................7 MORE DAYS...........................PEACE AND GANJA www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-Vaoy5jjYY i always feel kinda guilty when it comes to chop it down....................... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PukqhfMxfc

I was wondering if I could shape this passion Just as I wanted in solid fire I was wondering if the strange combustion of my days The tension of the world inside of me And the strength of my heart were enough I was wondering if I could stand as tall While the tide of the sea rose and fell If the sky would recede as I went Or the earth would emerge as I came To the door of the morning, locked against the sun I was wondering if I could make myself Nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible The wound of the wind on my face Would be healed by the work of my life Or the growth of the pain in my sleep Would be stopped in the strife of my days I am wondering if the agony of years Could be traced to the seed of an hour If the roots that spread out in the swamp Ran too deep for the issuing flower I was wondering if I could find myself All that I am in all that I could be If all the population of stars Would be less than the things I could utter And the challenge of space in my soul Be filled by the shape I become I walk slowly in the wind Watching myself in things I did not make; In jumping shadows and in limping cripples Dust on earth and houses tight with sickness Deep constant pain, the dream without sleep I walk slowly in the wind Hearing myself in the loneliness of a child In woman's grief, which is not understood In coughing dogs when midnight lingers long On stones, on streets and then on echoing stars That burn all night and suddenly go out I walk slowly in the wind Knowing myself in every moving thing In years and days and words that mean so much Strong hands that shake, long roads that walk And deeds that do themselves And all this world and all these lives to live I walk slowly in the wind Remembering scorn and naked men in darkness And huts of iron rivetted to earth Cold huts of iron stand upon this earth Like rusting prisons Each is well marked and each wide roof is spread Like some dark wing Casting a shadow or living a curse I walk slowly in the wind To lifted sunset red and gold and dim A long brown river slanting to an ocean A fishing boat, a man who cannot drown I walk slowly in the wind And birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk From the big sweeping ocean of water An iron ship rusted and brown achors itself And the long river runs like a snake Silent and smooth I walk slowly in the wind I hear my footsteps echoing down the tide Echoing like a wave on the sand or a wing on the wind Echoing echoing A voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny silence I walk slowly in the wind I walk because I cannot crawl or fly LKJ00000

its 2 months since it went to the jars......................sat in the dark at about 15 Celsius.................smells like empty whiskey wooden barrel...............................i took a few pictures of it...................................AND NOW IM GONNA HOPEFULLY SEND MYSELF ON A TRIP TO ........................MARS.............OR SOMEWHERE OUT THERE👹👿😈👺💀👻👽................................................