current season

mornin, fellas
tryin to get a feel of what's goin on, upstairs, before i open my piehole.
i don't feel stressed, but just read top to bottom of pg and THAT...
well... ever rattle a jar of marbles?
kinda where I'm at.
y i don't like reading what spewed out, onto the floor.
mornin, kkkkkat.
show some pics?
I'm displeased about what i did, last time i looked. u keep ur journal, short n sweet... organized... pics?
i could swimg by just ur profile pics, if that's cool? lilits the carnage, solely to the pic, i believe.

and where's rok?
and did we o man... i forgot about the pop jars n ... oh, clone closet- bathroom was too cold. hate goin to the mat, so to speak (heat).
um...
how's skol doin? anyone... o i remember how to stalk. i may have to poke em... mosh- u seen em, lately? wolverine, was askin.
prolly off getting high, with srenotzzz.

i need to chill
but have chores
and mores
and
more chores
ro
caps
omg defol so bAd
steady
steady
clean machine
take clones from....
whatever the clones were.
might b late on cloning ling ling... f!
didn't think to look. plenty of branches she's so cute... if u like ur ladies, swarthy... with N.
wuups

the supafried clone... that's finally, replaced all things i fried... about ready for liftoff.
still takin 6ish decigrams, per day. course, ltr has been slackin off so my only pt- lifting 14oz beerz, oj's and ummm water n billiard ballz. even n the tub, I'm still a good sore so I'm allowing the bod a lil vacation; the cold, moist air... ain't the picnic I'd hoped for.


ha! ltr called! see what a slacker he is! i get to go on a couple jobs... WITH RIOT!
dog needs to learn who sits cheese and yes... I'll bring a change of clothes, case he pukes, again. the glovebox n windshield... MINE!
bathroom faucet and i forget the other gig; prolly roofing and yes... I'm sure his xxx had plenty more to say... doubtful, it'll come up. i might add a couple more cams to the security sstm, over this. oh well.

dog kwrapped n the house, twice, over the rain and... apparently, it's loose... praise buddha, i don't have much n my tummy...
the weak tummy n ability to use mental, imagery, well... i been dry heaving over the toidy... i didn't think to ummm... well... sompetimes the salad shooter gets to graphic, for thcfarmer... seen daddy daycare? same...
so i go to a "safe space"... to spew... and low and bowlhold... omg more carnage! how does dexter, do it! it's a comedy of errors, shyts n weak stomach... if one can imagine... i had to streak through the house, like a stereotyped, terrorist n tshirt, filtering my sight on site. omg ... can u smell it? could b my imagination, but iii can. ewe

I'll c y'all later. bring pics! cat- I'll try n remember... but I'm trying to block out... I've just been traumatized.

hey, if any of the new iii, bloodshot, SHOTZ!!!, etc, needs any green, input- this, is also a great crowd, of 4, to get tips from. i know a guy/gal, who does lots of experimenting. worst any of us could do, is say
-any of us
iii dunno
so plaster, whatever u like, here, if ur not up for starting a thread n havin thcfarmer, upgrade, again. entirely n ur handz.

got a story bout a barmaid, with new ♡, butterflies... very cool!

did a gig, this morning. he tries his best, to keep me busy, but i get it... a monkey, can file an iron, door catch. basically, pupsat...
riot, drools, on the road. hooch used to ... riot, will grow out of it. he's ltr's, shadow... barked, when i let myself in, without eating me, which is a decent trait/disposition, cause ltr, never hears my keys, tappin n scratchin the glass.
7 sales calls, before high noon; a good day, for ltr... actually, invites them to pitch, before he goes to town on em... and he does not feel... that he is a bitter... bitter... cheap, man.
funny, he thinks he's not on the internet... fukn warned n got his permission... and have i not assured, his immortality... now..., just to find him a cat ;P .
good afternoon, ms cat!

ummm... funny, how private he is... he's addressing a question about me, with hiz buddy and he, "spoke to me, fairly recently"..., whilst givin him a thumbs up, across his dining table/conference room... :D
rather recently, being 30secs, earlier and a simultaneous, thumbs up... ha
integrity vs semantics. ha

best pic... absolutely, an over exposure, pup... constantly, advertising, what he's packin... i believe there's an entre, named for it? spotted, Richard jr?

didn't know how to spin the pic. my bush, is grey, also.

yes, the lings, r poppin... all, but the plug, i oopsed. note, for the yay sayers- in a plug... if it ain't set the right direction... well... I'll let em speak, four themelves.

SPARECHANGE said:

and where's rok?
and did we o man... i forgot about the pop jars n ... oh, clone closet- bathroom was too cold. hate goin to the mat, so to speak (heat).
um...
how's skol doin? anyone... o i remember how to stalk. i may have to poke em... mosh- u seen em, lately? wolverine, was askin.
prolly off getting high, with srenotzzz.

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Nope he went off grid?

Here's my garden today. Happy but maybe at 58 days old tangerine dream autos get droopy and fan leaves start to yellow, already. I'm unsure. The rest is perky and I have seedlings popping.

Moshmen said:

Nope he went off grid?

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@oldskol4evr
don't b a douche! where ya been? peeps r concerned 4 u. plus ur old n broken (like the rest of us) so we just wanna do a welfare check. how u been, grempy ol man?
regardless, ur on the list .
i hate grocery shopping. bunch of thievin, pirates n townies . y'all know how them people r.

Cattapilla said:

Here's my garden today. Happy but maybe at 58 days old tangerine dream autos get droopy and fan leaves start to yellow, already. I'm unsure. The rest is perky and I have seedlings popping.

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i figure ur fall colors n tangie, is planned and, or u already know what u need to... ?
gorgeous!
couldn't c the pistals r crystals on tangie... if anyone would know to look... certainly it's u. i do not feel concern, til u say jump. gorgeous, as usual. i hate that ur so good at it, while i love that ur so good at it. and u prolly popped that seedling, after me. u know... I'm on the 12 day plan n look to harvest my seedlings, with a one month, flush (but only 12 days old)... tomorrow. no doubt, the pics of the prop tray, make that obvious to y'all.
mornin, fellas; ma'am. nice day for growin weeds!
prolly, not for mosh, though.
when's the hurricane party, mosh? dry, yet?
stankN2! turn off the alerts, mang. never know, with me...

so whatcha think of the autos, cat? least that one, behaved 4 u... depending, on ur expectations...
tried to click seedling. what's the strain? i know u said, b4...
decided? stickin with photos, autos, or no preference?
i agree with reviews, as to potency... i prefer more... predictability, is all, besides previous gushings.

so y'all know i don't go for hoogabooga /superstition and i struggle with the rest... however... long as i gotta mix crazy, logic, reason n spirituality... and i know a guy who likes to experiment.

let's give me a lab rat for shytz n giggles. y'all know i like med n he shows up when someone needs help... i know he has pain... i THINK his mrs med suffers... some crawl up his bum, unless y'all already know... gimme a target n next time i lose my puup... let's focus on med family... pick the worst of the 2... i DON'T WANNA KNOW what's up... none of my biz, tbh... just which one of the fam, mr, or mrs... n let's go crazy, next time I'm nutzotarded. mosh may know . I'll check my p.m.'s, with mr med, when i get the cajones, to do so.

anyway, mornin, all... tonz o chores. gonna try n stay off... not feed the narcissist.

and don't fargin say boo, to med. ruinz the whole, shingamabing. believe me, if it were the case... the med would say somethin.

ohhh... makes me wanna watch, suspect zero
luvs mr sum sir house n fog

ok... let's start schmall... i prolly have a list of med's puup from mr himself so imma ignore that. someone, if ya can... tell me his climate, without putting him, at risk... tell me what he sees, out his window. trees, sand, water... granimals... geolocate him enough, so i can imagine his life, without givin THE MAN, any ammo. tell me... hiz-story, visually. is he cold, wet, frozen, satan's roommate, etc. just surroundings. his hell... his prison... because people in pain... 10x10 prisons... oft, with a lovely view and wood burning, stove, in a cold, overcast, wet, winter... like so.

we already know the altruistic hearts, of the med, family... motivated by love... what
do
they
see
feel
hear
smell
taste on the wind

i gotta jam. tunz 2doo

if y'all know...
the colorz
of meds
iiii

otherwise, I'll imagine
brown
pretty sure
it's the dominant
iii
color

so the transgender gal
showed up with hostile xxx
last night
i was gonna sweep the sidewalk, post closing... but they had recently, turned up. i figure they needed a lil bartender, psych 101 & it's funny because the cmdr and his lovely, were closing. would've been a cool, after convo... I've yet to storm the castle, with the cmdr, after hrs... but... it wasn't my turn...
and y'all know, it didn't go so well, with me n the author gal/guy... and y'all know how i like my experiments...
so... as i harbor zero ill will: i sent the one who didn't ask me
-xxx
I'd prefer if u never spoke to me, again.

and y'all know, i put no value to green, holistics... so i had given my biggest, most bleached, bud and four capz... and y'all know how that went n yes, shez licensed, as well. that weird, disease, but as y'all could tell... little that came of her vocal cords, was genuine... so n my mind, I'm out 3 days, r.o., a cell charger, a fireball and bout 6.53, in fuel. no biggie... and u have to figure- remember how the Exxon Valdez, leaked its toxicity... spread n destroyed, much beauty; much life... same, i figure.
and at the ends of the bar... one, or two may giggle... at a lone, sucker... eventually, bud runs out... pains, return n actions, no longer, so comical; so funny... and y'all know i was entirely prepared to saddle her, with 33yrs cause i take risks n don't like the peeps i care for, beholden to me.
no... it's not funny... it's sad. we r our own worst enemies n those who feel $211.53 & priceless, is genius... are pounds, foolish. it's effects the entire, community: weakens. it meant nothing more, to me, than another proven, experiment and someone else, it "worked differently", four.

if y'all recall, the author, had just won a grip of cake in Laughlin, sold whatever, at a swapmeat, "for fun, not money"... and had a drink, purchased for her... no... not so much as a bottle of water, offered to we. i was just makin sure, I'd made the right decision. oft... just the offer, means everything. i wasn't willing to have another, as I'd already told mrs cmdr.

so i took out the trash so they could close, early n left.