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[Cattapilla]

I have everything but the bovedas, but they are close by. I'll tub them and burp them first before they go into jars.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

i left a few big Tupperware, vats of hydroton, outside, topless, hopin they'd dry n i could store em, till the big bin, was empty, of washed ones... g was, "helpin me", when she topped em off, with the dirty ones ;P . and i still!!! kept it together n cheated n finished b4, lights out! yay! oh .. that bin, is gonna grind, every time i come out to smoke. hopefully, she "helps", sooner than later...

 

[Cattapilla]

I'm still laughing about 'baby arms'.

 

[Moshmen]

always got lost on that one. I'd find the ones i wanted, but couldn't figure how to buy em n then-, cause I'm cheap- 3wks to a month... i watched u claw at ur drywall, waiting for seeds. I'm cool with the 4 days, that cali house took, weekend, inclusive. i didn't even have the prop tray, ready; they came so fast... like ur mostt recent did, for ya, if memory serves.

Nah it’s just a information site, tells where ya can buy em , genetics and misc info on each strain you search.medicinal benefits , plant characteristics it’s not a store but of course has plenty of links to seed banks

 

[SPARECHANGE]

I'm still laughing about 'baby arms'.

o i stole that from a kungfoo man with the iron fist, or something. sounds like a proctologist's advertisement, but it's with the gladiator. o god, I'm not trying to b funny but now I'm remembering airplanes, "do you like gladiator movies? ever been to a Turkish prison?" n then I'm on some other side of midnight n aren't we just? lord... gonna b a great day, obviously ;P.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

i got lost on my way home from school n it freaked me out; i couldn't find my lane.

all the clones will make it. when the lights went out, right after over shrugging... i know how long their roots are... and i know how deep i buried em... if anything, they should've been overly wet/damping off? that what skol called it? yeah, well i left the color coded collars on because mosh n i get a good belly, laugh out of our own stupidity; re: labeling... and it's a great way to pull em up, by their britches, if you've buried them in a river of sin. and then it was dark... i said, "self... we r not goin back to check for closed, umbrellas"... remember rocky iv the yr stepdad split?drago, "if he dies, he dies"... otherwise, you'll have sleepless nights.

i was iv. i used to run, with my mom, training for the academy. she was to meet me, after kindergarten, to run home. we'd run further than santa ana, garden grove, tustin, before. i might have the order, wrong, there. there is logic in logistics. possibly 5, come to think of it. slit wrist year. anyway... that, is what she said... oft, we spent afternoons n evenings, at 714-771-0988. ask me to remember a number, today, and i could not.
so school ends, teachers believe a child. ironically enough, when the last body had departed, but mine... i was holding THE webster's... FULL SIZED, family dictionary, because it was show and tell... and by the time i got to my grandparents home... and i had seen my grandfather's valarie pass me... I'd spilled the soil in the dixie cup sprout, I'd funbled, in however a kid that age, carries those to items, any distance over a period of time. knowledge is power. and all the clones, will survive, to smoke another day.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

remember your roots. strong enough... big boy pants. you'll make it.

everything happens for a reason. what r the odds I'd have been given the training and the tools. never know when life's little marathons will begin, but odds are, all our mothers, gave us the tools... she gave life to u, didn't she? what i mean to say is, "ur breathin, aren't ya?" and they're off!

 

[SPARECHANGE]

se used to dumpster dive, for playboys. the mean kid in the hood, spittin reflection of xmas story n stoogie... he broke the fire extinguisher glass and funky spunky... gave me a tour, of his bedroom, but his smokin hot mother, was the focal point, of the day, nood sunbathing, on the balcony, as funky spunky, was generous enough to have pointed out... "keep comin back"... talk about happy ends... anyway... i used to love the neighbor's pup, cinnamon and to this day, i am mystified as to y my grandparents had to keep removing fur, from my tongue, when the neighbor's cat, was certainly, not being tortured, by a kid. i know... we've all seen the same serial killer movies so let's no make me too weird sounding, shall we?
i remember, licking the tv screen, when a hot, or not, news caster, came on. i remember the cartoons n running in a cape, in circles, for hours, to the 8 track, soundtrack to superman, I'd found in the very same, 3 yard bin. if you feel like you're living, surrounded by garbage... saving yourself, is an autonomic response ... hence, shock... u will dig yourself free of the rubbish and shoeers are, "free", at the see... i remember calling the operator, asking whether she had big breasts.... when the response to the free at the time, informational, call, was, "yes, and they're heaving", i slammed down the chimney and threw up the sash, running, down the stairs... praying, heaving wouldn't call back, with my grandparents, finding out. i remember the long line of Republicans, award, on the wall... cookie dough and the scent of citrus, in the air, from the case of oranges we would pick up, from a barn, on an orange and walnut grove, my grandfather, once owned, near the place, where a closed airbase, now poisons roots. i remember.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

when i hear something, i can almost sea it. when i heard a man, use baby arm, as an adjective, for something that would b untoward, for me to address, with a kitty kat: i envisioned a child's arm and when some of my buds, started reaching a qp, wet... i thought, "well, now, that's what baby arms, look like".

 

[SPARECHANGE]

and you could hear the cars on the highway, like a metronome, to ease off, into lala land, as the random truck, hit the bridge, approach because the profilograph, must have broken down and thr train horns, as they'd click clack, by, over our coins, we'd dug out, from discarded washing machines, if the bums, n fucking teanages, under the apex, of the bridge six underground, hadn't scared us off, earlier, in the day.

 

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[SPARECHANGE]

Nah it’s just a information site, tells where ya can buy em , genetics and misc info on each strain you search.medicinal benefits , plant characteristics it’s not a store but of course has plenty of links to seed banks

freaks me out. symbolic of failures. i prefer seedsman, for cross referencing, when crawling up strain bumz n targeting, before i shoved em all in; having gone mental, trying to find something to work, all round; holistically n one capsule, for mr, oh... did the wind change direction; for ptsd Steve and i was literally, lsd, psychotic, making sure i wouldn't hurt him, tweaking the dose for a large, silhouette.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

"please excuse spare, he's really fucked up, tonight"...

 

[SPARECHANGE]

ptsd steve, no longer speaks to me, but were the phone to ring bdtharing ring, i would... i would... i would pick up, every time. same, with my brother. gods and monsters.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

fracture

what wouldn't we do

for friends

family

gods and monsters

of mice and men

 

[SPARECHANGE]

emmm hmmm... i likes me sum fried

taters

tater salad

the tater

grandma's boy

secks drive

 

[SPARECHANGE]

ha ha ha ha ha ha

 

[SPARECHANGE]

while incarcerated

i hyd

as

joker

as

well

as

smiley

2 packs of marlboros and a lighter,

is what he could fit in his ass

to shyt blood

for people

he thought

were his friends

when he was 4, and lost his family home, he was afraid and shit next to an orange tree's

rootz

and when the baby's arm fell

it landed in his jeans

he cut his knee on

same porch

when he said he could hold their oj

glass on his own

and hid, next to the purple and orange

blooms of that strain of birds of paradise

irony

rode home in a brown lion towel

new home where lightning flashed saint helens ashed and NIGHTMARES of tires, babysitters and watergate and ftroop fighting in the streets, began.
his cousin, before putting him in a red schwinn basket, with a pillow, gave him his first cigarette, backwards in his mouth so that by year's end, both tobacco and cinnamon, would b scrapped from his tongue.

 

[SPARECHANGE]

start em young, i say

 

[SPARECHANGE]

34° it's cold outside