Me heap pen inn gen chief name is burning stem. Eyes a sea from seeing modern man use magic static to dry smoke um leaf. Man made machine cost um pretty papoose um.
Here on the reservation is handed down from many moons is no magic static, but the drying sun. Many moons have gone past, but the buds they do so last 36 moons ago.
Heap inn weep inn goes a stem into the smoke um pipe. I give a light. Whole we smoke em stem de grow bowl, this old whack key weed blasts off to the moon and back.
I have to sit back and laugh at the modern man and his dry machine is still heat of the magic static to dry I cry out laughing. Oh but dis is day best batch to date using dis modern magic machine. Cut me a branch of a break kit off and sit and wait.
Crap is be, I can't hold it in goes the climb of whole he shits dis is so much stronger than factory grade, cough and cough then spits. Use is toke hers is smoking crap is feed soil, and here on the reservation is untouched soil the seeds boil in thru the hot rocks from gibraltar.