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i was in the room, for a phone call... i left. it was still going on, upon return...

goosfraba
 
only took me a handful of months to develop this street cred.
anyone can do it
know
words have mass
accountability
cost
mind
what
we
utter
even when splish splashing through what one might c as a gutter

never
never ever
just a mosh
by his shoe
-the man with one
red
shoe

i think i
-got em all
 
fuk
clone
clean
flush
-today, only
 
told yas
surrounded by heroes and secrets

give me the impossible

and
i
will
have
a story to tell

I'll getchas our country's secrets

and iiii
have a big mouth
or so I'm told
 
hahaha

i was asked
could i give away 40mil
40mil ain't shyt
money
comes n goes
integrity
reputation
can b a butterfly's wing
live on
forever
never going anywhere
the whirled keeps spinning
eventually it can traverse the golbe
nay
the universe

could i essentially donate 40mil

if u knew what i know of this man
he won't miss it

my g will miss her pool
2mo a year
yes i could
and infinitely
more

36.2mil meant nothing to him

heaven
means the whirred
to me

my g
has my back in all things
knowing nothing about pot and my actions

-my lovely
lovely
g
 


tic toc talk
and mr blake

hull album rox
 
chevelle akon Anaheim hills doctors cocaine pot refer, shroomz n ms13
 
a gurl named ivy
finishing school
a free csuf education splitminds
status davids and Campbell's soup canz
British pubs telephone boxes pimm's tea time fox theater redheaded sltz barzboozesnrokstarstoriezofgoldenshowerz
the Fullerton loop
chomp
mmmm chomp
all for the price of spaghetti jand all nighter term paperz i got to proof... i got my college education for al dente al fresca
 
miss ivy
granddaughter to wealth
a fine teacher, in Morocco, to this day

ha
-the man with one red shoe

when she travelled
who to trust
to sling her half of the orderz
and a Panama record bust
if u wanna make money
make sure to b the last man standing dirty
during a coastline, bolwbust

humanz r addicts... and money means nothing
 
it's probably not ur best day, as a lead singer, when ur gf
-gf
blablabla Michael likes it when i p on hiz chest blablabla

yes... i remember the year... it must have been winter... the moist coastal air and dew as the sun rose over csuf's library, lawn
from bastanchury and my condo... even the pass from roland heights... from Bob's big boy in industry
if one stopped for a bj... one could see risneyrand fireworks, through blonde, red, brunette/whatever.
 
know what's funny...
EVERYONE knows
not one
has offered to help n the garden
y'all know- i could do better, if i didn't hate it, now and i hate nothing. nothing! maybe... maybe some shyt in the produce, aisle... maybe.

and last night's hostess... the tyred lady... covered the risky reason y... pffft... I'm tellin ya- the entire town... is THIS COOL. if a one goes missin... the entire town would b shrouded in darkness.
i got to feed a burro and bitch of a butting, goat, by my own hand, yesterday.

isn't that something

what an amazing day

-hate that I'll prolly forget it
because i do so appreciate the pricelessness of the beauty before my iii... in my hands, mouth (corona dark=meh...), ears... half moon-ish?... winter, 70° day... and the smell n itchy, bleedin, scratches of alfalfa, the rabbit turdz, below my flipflops (desert cottontails n black tail jax) and the sweet, burn of absinthe, til my throat was numb... reeking, of cheap, cigarettes. ohhh... marlboro 25's... where art thou!
 
she stands in breadlines... volunteering for veterans and wants nothing, from anyone, but heart and integrity.
do u have ANY IDEA... how difficult this bitch makes my life
u have to find sneakier n sneakier ways...
-sc
how would i have had time
to prep the hay shop... ltr knows ur leavin town... it's all i can say...

-sc
how the fuk would i know how that got in ur cigarette carton... u had it layin in a bar, all day

-sc
the tire guy disappeared and when he returned, he gave me a msg for ewe
in an emergency u will c and u will have everything u need to protect yourself
(cris kyle seat cover- her pilot's cloth seats, r torn to shit. it was icy the day i burned her fuel, wishing the defrost did better, than the naked, stripped wiperz and a walmapart, Visa card. none of your fucking business...

sigh. i hate how snoopy, curious, women can b. I'm tellin u boyz... the cats can smell the scent of foul deceit, on the moor, mist.

she makes my life difficult, to b sure. ltr and the tyre guy... do a bit, for this treasure.
she thinks pedestal. sorry, bytch... i know bread lines. i am human, too. nope... i p n fart n currently, ROARING, as i sit with y'all...
just
like
the heroes
i sit next to
many days.
they're human, just
like
we
four

-if u cut us
will we not bleed
 
wiper blades n i forget)
 
forgot
coffee's ready

i don't believe i can look at plant
today
 
close all
wtf is ltr up to
he's a riot
and kwracks me up
he calms me and nothing is working

fuckin need ash trays in produce aisles
I'm an American
god dam it
 
not home

hmmm

good four him

what day is it

wonder who's tending
at the local
not loco
that's heaven

the local

head honcho
hurt his back on a ladder
painting
he's like 200yrs old
a
national treasure
riminds me of brian
black hills
nd
because some criminal
human
just
like
we
didn't show for his community service
my age... we r few
interesting
hammer saavy
and a recent
robbery
how better to know the inner workings
and did i not say
tweakers my age
i could smell the ether on em
when he tried to bum a cigarette
and the scent of deceit n the air
perhaps they could use something broken
today
i know a guy who might could help
wit dat
 
g
[hips swinging, naturally... teases her way to the smoking room. i got THE LOOK. FUCK]

-sc
u look disappointed
what's on ur mind

[sc enjoys being unmarried, with his forever g and wishes to keep it this way... knows better, than to acknowledge, THE death of everything... LOOK.]

-sc
nevermind

-g
I'm not talking

[what i require, during freakout... it's sass]

-...

-g
absinthe
the bottle

-...
[crickets... annoyance... think she paid for it- caché wise. rhetorical.]

-g
what if he breaks it

-sc
before u treat me this way... u have hers number... y don't u call... i gave it to him... he's lonely. only peeps who want something ever trouble general dynamics. let him know... money meant nothing. he lost more than he could afford, if he pines for legit, company and thinks he has never known luv. we r our own
worst
enemies

my hostess did mention a key i already knew she had. i dunno whether i mentioned it, but i previously, knocked him out for 2 days. oops.
anyway... tyre may have retrieved the bottle, for all g knows.
it's glass n fluid.
let
it
go
you've had it, before
you'll have it
again

it's booze
i just wanted to here
a story

-g
u snuck it out


as if i need permission to don socks

-sc
i told mr ... we'd have a drink with him...
we were sponsored by him...
it
had
been
n
the sled

since

-g
blablabla

-sc
something is troubling ewe
i doubt it's the booze
make a call
then
b a bitch to me
and all will b right with the whirled

-g
[crickets]

it's difficult to argue with logic
and reason


i don't use podiumz n pedestals

it does not matter
what part of the south
one is not from

it costs one nothing
to pay
respect
and incorporate
sir
mme
ma'am
in one's vocab

one may b raised right
in any part
of
the universe

i was not raised to address people so
but i know value
and royalty
when i sea it
 
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