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the tall one fell over... one clone went straight into 5.5 @ 800ish, ppm and thrives. the other... pist; not surprisingly. we will c. i don't usually opps by doubling clone nutes... oops. same with the overlap for fresh clones: oops...

my lingling, is taking over the world. if i get the right shotz, we'll c mag deficiency and wind damage. imma try.

meh... still salvageable... not too extra krispie.

the 8 seeds r soakin... i think i meant to pop another strain and i can't recall which; one of mine... not one of the 3 eq's i tried to keep separated from the collection.
bah... forget what i was sayin.

 

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change out diox and ummm... clean cloner, ummm... prop trays... um.... well, tray... not doin that many... um... fuk. flushes... not feelin it. um... i forget... pop mas? check inventory for refresher oh and secarb decarb decarb... all day long. fellas... i need a Turkey sized, decarboxylator. don't think they sell em for civilians and yes, quiznos ovenz, r cool.

 

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omg... i have a singular, northbound train atf seed... oh, shitz about to go down!

eat it, mosh!! will b an intriguing combo, if i don't kill it, first.

 

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ever seen PURE LUCK? you're old, then... but that's absolutely, me. and Larry the roofer, too... so when i find the singular seed, which now, allegedly, resides n my shyt, carpet... I'll have to jones, now... i will pop it, if viable, still.
now, as I'm aware of my luck... i may have to wait for shyt to dry, before i swappy swappy, the diox. but it's such a gorgeous day... i ain't lettin ltr huddle within, with dozer, til riot, arrives. pfft... my car could use a lil rammed earth, protective, coating, over the paint. i look like a tourist, when g has her way and u can still c through, the soot coated, windows.
figures... i know labels rub one out so as i was duck taping a permanent, label... the fuckin mason jar, slipped from my feverish, sweaty, wadd of glass.

 

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ever seen PURE LUCK? you're old, then... but that's absolutely, me. and Larry the roofer, too... so when i find the singular seed, which now, allegedly, resides n my shyt, carpet... I'll have to jones, now... i will pop it, if viable, still.
now, as I'm aware of my luck... i may have to wait for shyt to dry, before i swappy swappy, the diox. but it's such a gorgeous day... i ain't lettin ltr huddle within, with dozer, til riot, arrives. pfft... my car could use a lil rammed earth, protective, coating, over the paint. i look like a tourist, when g has her way and u can still c through, the soot coated, windows.
figures... i know labels rub one out so as i was duck taping a permanent, label... the fuckin mason jar, slipped from my feverish, sweaty, wadd of glass.

Your to old!

 

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ttoo scared to look at pg 11.
ummm... met 3 peeps. went to far- town... met lesbian couple

-sc
i like ur sticker
[breast cancer, "fight like a girl"]

-intimmidating, butch, could kick my ash, beaner, lesbian

WE CANNOT AFFORD BIGOTRY

-what?

-sc
i like ur sticker
I'm sorry u have to know what it means

[she grabs crutches]

-sc
awe, baby, I'm so sorry. idon't don't want your money. i believe i may b able to help u. take my number. please, call me... blablabla my rso, evolution...

-cool chick
this, is my wife... butch uses pot. pain doc, on board...

-sc
I'm sorry, i just have these...
oh, almost forgot... u may wanna stick around- it can feel, like a full body, orgasm. she may b needing ur services...

-butch: omg, r u kidding... I've been dead down there for so long...

-sc
swear to god- gave me my life back.

 

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truths
from the mouths
of intoxicating
babes

-ltr
i am my own worst enemy
i should be punished for killing dozer

-sc
i forget

kiss me
when i come

kiss me
when i go

shocking
how the slightest touch
slighest whisper
from the right person
can getcha so hot
just imagining
one's forefinger
sliding
down the back of her ear
twirling its way down
through her silky
chi oiled hair
the scent of her shampoo
the national fragrance of her
perspiration
she's getting aroused
as you slide your
finger further down
tracing the silhouette
of her neckline
in the ambient illumination
from the mason jar of lights
sigh...
further... oh, you can
smell the pheromones
in the moist
night air
sigh...
to the left
just a little
sleeping on her side...
hmmm... missed her
spine... ohhh... that outline...
mmmm... so sensual...
gliding over peach fuzz...
triggering her erogenous zones...
each follicle
erect
like a grain of wheat
waiting to wave to the wind
from your warm breath
over her shoulder
as you slide the spaghetti
strap
this way
and that
reliving each moment
as if it's your last
yes
that is my lovely g
she absolutely
does it for me
kiss me when I come
kiss me when I go

well
the matrix has me
i can barely breathe
today
tried to stay on my feet

rednecks can be funny
the scene from forest gump
where they mention the fellas' names
so true... i don't think we rednecks r clever enough to do better, as the natives n two dogs humpin... are. i, too, was christened, with an Indian name, as a kid. i can't say the dood (head) was far off, ironically enough: many moods that change with the day
and my brother's, equally, ironic,as he doesn't speak to me: many tongues that talks alot . well... he did work for premier, for a while, n radio... perhaps ya hear em, editing coast to coast, or eh heehe'ing, with snoop...
yeah, so there's doc... looks like a rancher, with that 70s, porn stache. never been in the doc biz... ur guess is as good as mine...
there's allen... boy misses his zztop, i figure... packin, always... leaning into u... blue eyes... for drunken, reassurance that gravity, is a mofo.
there's cowboy... no horses, but slobbering through as many words
as hugs... offers you... whom he's met
maybe 5x... one of his bitches, 3/4 yote pups.
yes... our tough guys
our teddy bears
our heroes
people don't drink
like this
daily
who aren't running from
guilt
pain
regret
love
ptsd sts
these are our heroes
who's pvc gravestones
will one day
mark our shame

and they would be the last to comprehend ptsd
admit to it
ask for help
because that is what
the parents of the day
taught our children
i am human
our heroes hide
in peaks
valleys
and dark
booze stocked
corners
sometimes our tough guys
just want an ear
and a hug

 

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You had me till
“Mason jar of lights”
LMAO:)

 

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i know through 3-6mo of my divorce
from that money grubbing whore
what kind of real commitment it takes
to construct a 1'x8'x4' wall of maggot
infested
empty
beer cases,
every 7 days
with 2-500 dollar
nightly
bar tabs
it's a real
battle of wills
between you
and your jimmy
that
takes
commitment
towards self destruction
i respect alcoholics
just not in the way
most would
think

being able to turn it off
too
on and off
isn't that something

you know these humans
forget
1, 10, 40, 50 year's
experience
it only
takes
once

usually
humans
try to take the ones they love
with them
keep crankin that starter
that's how it starts
only takes once

jimmy
had difficulty
flipping
the off switch

i respect the concept of AA, etc
i feel if the human
still requires a crutch
one is not ready
to stand
alone

eventually
EVERYONE
finds themselves
alone
in the darkness
stay strong
YOU can do this

whatever it is
you four
can do this

 

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You had me till
“Mason jar of lights”
LMAO:)

need to borrow a sock
i got one
g was sure to finger
(point out)
with a conveniently sized
hole n its big toe
as well as the heel... :D
mind the pics above u, on the wall
it's not so easily
removed from glass
i got some carb cleaner
o shyt
nm
it's at Larry the roofer's
with his quad
i broke
and my gas can
but i still have his ladder
and drywall saw

said it rained hard enough
when he was plastered
to delete the vent
and gaping hole

-sc
what's wrong with the tape
ain't leaking
and my home
has never been better
insulated

u know his time is better spent
helpin those whose roofs
still leak
whose gates
imprison them

-ltr
when summer comes
the tape
will vaporize
(in 2nd grade vocabulary)
you're next

ahhhh...
g has an appointment for her thingies in her hand, today
ltr has a vegas appt
tomorrow
yeah
have another one
ltr
i gotta paint my neighbor's ummm
ramp
and 2 flushes
2 cleanings
coco preps
and diox swap
between decarbs
have another one...
on me

forgot to tell about the 3rd gal
yesterday
rx

ok and the daily box
i lose track n confuse days
yesterday, for example
bait for ltr
drove tailgunner
fed a burrow
and goat
filled gas tank
ran errands for
mucked a yard for fire prevention
hay
no biggie
just broke me

10% lung capacity
i need another smoke
flu abounds
lightning strikes
and lottery winners

 

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coffee's ready

 

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ok that's fukn weird
g mentioned
her displeasure
about today's chore list
post mopping

i don't remember
ANY
coffee
however
my cup
my glass
would b the only one
carelessly left
half filled with water and
a tablespoon
exacting amounts
of creamer
and remnants of such

iiii
have no memory of coffee
today
and yet
that's clearly,
mine

and the house was spotless
when i got in
at 2300
you cannot imagine
how frustrating this is
for me

showers are the same
what day
was it
THIS
morning
i exited
thinking
fuck
only washed hair
the loofa and washcloth
are
dry

fuck it
surely
i will
bathe again
today
regardless of which day's
shower
i remember
fucking

 

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freaked about chores
i need to chill

freaked about rx gals text
i can't look

she's not for me
I'm just the bait

went to a pharmacy
with Larry the roofer
went to Walmart
first

looking for a photo album
for dozer's
final encore

it occurred
millennials
may not even know
what the dead tech art
of scrapbooking
archiving
and photo albums are
without
msft

i thought to mention it
even i have a couple extra
flatscreen monitors
yet left
to give away
or
collect dust

and as we not so old know
today
one mounts n memory n wi's and
tooths...
vs
adhering
conforming to
sticky
cellulose
bound
chained
precious cargo

if a fire
existing
only
unique
eternity
of ash
wiped from memory

power
emp
magnetic fields

dead tech

both
r
relevant

never forget
where we come from
never
lose sight
of one's goals
even blind men dream
and yes
they really may
come to fruition

 

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pharmacy gal
50s
beautiful
Indonesian?
they age
when time stops
such lovely skin
lovely hands
fingers
eyes

-rx
what is mr larry
looking to keep
what sizes
we're pretty smart
here
perhaps i may help...
well... some of us...

as we know
ltr
has informed less than 5
directly
about dozer

-ltr
my dog died

-rx
[i truly have zero recollection,
save the color of her kidgloves
and the color of my friends heart
nestled in her warm
olive hands

caring
sympathetic
witty
charm
intelligent
considerate
respectful
knowledgeable
wise
clever
5min exchange]

-sc
would you care to go out with us
sometime
to the most charming vfw
in a 1sq mi town
with the most welcoming
community of veterans you ever met

let me give you my number

-sc note
this
for my friend
larry
i have a ♡...

hour passes

-ltr
think she'll call

-sc
of course i do
why else would she pass receipt paper
and pen

-ltr
oookkkk...

-ltr
it's been days

-sc
whiskey tango foxtrot
we just left her

-ltr
oh
i was talking about the animal rescue sisters

-sc
i hadn't considered it
they don't have my number

+1min

-cell
annoying sound
arousing vibration

-rx gal
hi it's blablabla

-sc
see
though it is unusual
someone not wait a few...3, 4...da...2wks... -swingers

i got weird...
we'll c
once I'm brave enough
to check
text

 

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shyt! cowboy
liberated my spare
hanky
hacking up
his last lung
last
n
i
g
h
t


see what i mean
it's a lil heavy
to blow up someone's phone
u just met
who's still
on someone else's time
well
heavy for any convo

of course i meant i educate
only

true story

well... something
like that
gobbledygook

 

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even the torched clone, has "taken"
so... y'all can c just how far gone they can get n still survive...; just like peeps.

and the bytch who toppled: nothing groyos didn't fix...
i listen to my ladies
so one will note imperfections
i don't overreact besides ocd defols
as i may have n the past. I'm not peelin leaves to say- it's a pretty grow
there's beauty in imperfection
if we listen to their music
yesterday's cold
chinese
gassy buffet
fortune
-cookie
music is the soul of language

not really a fortune
is it...; more of an observation

fuck nitrogen
diox swap
fuk
i am broken
ain't light
even with a
hand truck

 

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I was older than you when I was running those same old grounds down in HB. It really was such good timing for so many people living on the edge found their own way from those crazy times.

tin can beach... newland... rj's... sunset... 3 separate barrels, one wave... bolsa chica state beach... must've been summer to b so walled.
sheila... leased what is now a Starbucks for a vintage clothing store, before, it was trendy... that pizza place next to that liquor store such good pza sheila... took in a stranger in a shortjohn... with a boomerang, sponge that wouldn't taco, at the wedge...n viper fins... when stuffbag n skateboard, buried n sand, were stolen... the same day first love's lil bro, bled in arms, dumped n kicked out...
sheila now lives on a yacht, in daytona? Florida, east peninsula, i believe... daytona? i found her, finally... on fb... i rarely touch. very cool... exciting times... and through the oil spill, discovered the wonders of 25' surf, seal beach goes flat to point break and trestles, blacks... adventures, awaited discovery.

 

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Damn you needed a better kook !

i sincerely doubt it
always looking for that higher high
"the helicopters r here for me & what's with the dragon... it won't go away... nor is it Christmas, yet.".

 

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Your to old!

o that is so syk! never seen it b4!

 

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joe joes pizza
maxwells
13$ drinks...
la cave
harbor house cafe
chef salad
size of the table
god forbid u order their
chili
SIZE
request a second table...
that sushi place
on the other side of pch
meadowlark golf course
driftwood...
MARIO'S SALSA!
DONE JOSÉ bacon wrapped shrimp!!!

can u believe what's happening around 5 points?
Yorktown n beach
pizza place
bbq chicken and what's that cheese? feta? so big, delivered, horizontally, unless one has French doors... love
old
hb
sellouts
atlanta magnolia? cafe?
used to call it free willy's
pictures of orcas
family run
no longer
best dam french toast n breakfasts u ever had
the cafe in the park
cinnamon rolls
bigger than a beatle...
by the library
pet cemetery
oil wells
climbing fences
smoking out atop
petroleum bombs
oh yes
university behind levitz
old world
loved
my old
tin can beach
-wetlands

-4 wheel mudded powerplant skids
prior to oceanic biological rehabs.