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blissedout
Registered: 11/11/04
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Loc: Yonder
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We still have a good bit, but it may be a while before the re-up. I can get beasters and schwag all day long, but I usually try and wait out the nugs.
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Hendostan
Registered: 07/18/04
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tell her hi for me as well...wish i could toke up with you, but alas i cannot. tomorrow is another day though. new day, new high the bud will be mine. for right now i'm smoking the resin left behind from the kind, and it tastes like
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blissedout
Registered: 11/11/04
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Yeah, resin is like smoking crap, but it will give you some head change. Although, the high is like a wake and bake. You feel demotivated for hours afterward, if you smoke enough.
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Burke Dennings
baby merchant
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MeatSpace is an expert pipe scraper. She's very crafty with the paper clip. If it weren't for that, I'd never smoke resin. But whenever we run out of trees, our glass pieces get much cleaner.
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Hendostan
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yeah, definite head change. you fuckin whore, how did you pass me up on posts? i had a 4 month head start. congratulations
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blissedout
Registered: 11/11/04
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Loc: Yonder
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Dank has a bunch of glass, but I don't scrape them. I just soak them in alcohol and clean 'em up!!
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AbstractHarmonix
Love is like a train...
Registered: 07/08/04
Posts: 3,509
Loc: The Sea
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post whorin is fun for the whole family
-------------------- A plethora of music aspirations control my temptations of future revelations beyond "now". The percussion, and the heart beat of my love and devotion. The rhythm goes beyond, prying into the third eye, releasing the creativity held so far inside. The melodicies, through the out of tune pianos and broken classical guitars...there lies a beauty. A beauty as prevelent as the fire inside. To release these energies is pure ecstacy, to deveop these gifts is sacred. The vocality, so pure as can be, shying away from herself, lies within me. For the underlying serenitity, this is what I live for. I plea for harmony, and nothing more. Music equals love. Creation of love leads to the procreativity of the World, and it's spirals and puddles prevailing.
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blissedout
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Hendostan said: you fuckin whore, how did you pass me up on posts? i had a 4 month head start. congratulations
Yeah, I have been whoring alot. I am addicted, for real!! I can see myself this summer at shows, jonesing to find a wireless connection, muttering "Must..........get.........on.........Shroomery.............Must..........post!!
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Hendostan
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how goes it ares?
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blissedout
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Hendostan said: how goes it ares?
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Burke Dennings
baby merchant
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danksistah
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Registered: 12/28/04
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blissed gets trashed at night and types stupid random shit to every new post to a thread... that is how he passed you up ... it's true. i've watched him.
smoking resin is against my religion. i will sin very very rarely. it's like sticking burnt toast back into the toaster for another go'round.
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Burke Dennings
baby merchant
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That's a good analogy! How're you tonight, Dank?
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AbstractHarmonix
Love is like a train...
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blissedout said:
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Hendostan said: you fuckin whore, how did you pass me up on posts? i had a 4 month head start. congratulations
Yeah, I have been whoring alot. I am addicted, for real!! I can see myself this summer at shows, jonesing to find a wireless connection, muttering "Must..........get.........on.........Shroomery.............Must..........post!!
Hahah nooo joke, you shoulda seen me and adamist and shroomism when we were traelin east here not too long ago. Like going into hotels where we didnt even have rooms and using their free internet connection
-------------------- A plethora of music aspirations control my temptations of future revelations beyond "now". The percussion, and the heart beat of my love and devotion. The rhythm goes beyond, prying into the third eye, releasing the creativity held so far inside. The melodicies, through the out of tune pianos and broken classical guitars...there lies a beauty. A beauty as prevelent as the fire inside. To release these energies is pure ecstacy, to deveop these gifts is sacred. The vocality, so pure as can be, shying away from herself, lies within me. For the underlying serenitity, this is what I live for. I plea for harmony, and nothing more. Music equals love. Creation of love leads to the procreativity of the World, and it's spirals and puddles prevailing.
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AbstractHarmonix
Love is like a train...
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electrode said:
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blissedout said:
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Hendostan said: how goes it ares?
Whuddddup! Hows the pub tonight?
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danksistah
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Last seen: 11 years, 8 months
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i'm pretty good... but i think my boyfriend sucks... i think he has all the bud and isn't sharing *and* he won't let me get on my laptop... i may cry soon... lol i'm fuckin hungry and sober... good otherwise
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AbstractHarmonix
Love is like a train...
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Awww mang sorry to hear that.
My boyfriend is a few hundred miles away right now, so we dont get on eachothers nerves much. I havent eaten all day, kinda got a headache. But i am makin new straps, and coming up with lots of dreams and ideas each day.
Tryin not to worry bout the finances.
Oh yesh!
-------------------- A plethora of music aspirations control my temptations of future revelations beyond "now". The percussion, and the heart beat of my love and devotion. The rhythm goes beyond, prying into the third eye, releasing the creativity held so far inside. The melodicies, through the out of tune pianos and broken classical guitars...there lies a beauty. A beauty as prevelent as the fire inside. To release these energies is pure ecstacy, to deveop these gifts is sacred. The vocality, so pure as can be, shying away from herself, lies within me. For the underlying serenitity, this is what I live for. I plea for harmony, and nothing more. Music equals love. Creation of love leads to the procreativity of the World, and it's spirals and puddles prevailing.
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blissedout
Registered: 11/11/04
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Loc: Yonder
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I am hungry, too, love. I am only trying to cash out the charred stuff!! I'll give you a fresh green hit, soon. No worries.
Ares, I am kinda bored and hungry, otherwise I am great!
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Hendostan
Registered: 07/18/04
Posts: 4,444
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finances, shfinances...or something
i'm good tonight though sober as well (what up dank???)..i think my new roommate is a deadbeat. he sleeps all day, drinks all night, and makes the house smell bad. it sucks.
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AbstractHarmonix
Love is like a train...
Registered: 07/08/04
Posts: 3,509
Loc: The Sea
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Anyone gotta work tomorrow?
-------------------- A plethora of music aspirations control my temptations of future revelations beyond "now". The percussion, and the heart beat of my love and devotion. The rhythm goes beyond, prying into the third eye, releasing the creativity held so far inside. The melodicies, through the out of tune pianos and broken classical guitars...there lies a beauty. A beauty as prevelent as the fire inside. To release these energies is pure ecstacy, to deveop these gifts is sacred. The vocality, so pure as can be, shying away from herself, lies within me. For the underlying serenitity, this is what I live for. I plea for harmony, and nothing more. Music equals love. Creation of love leads to the procreativity of the World, and it's spirals and puddles prevailing.
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