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I can't say it enough, AK, great thread. Keep on writing, because merely by doing so you are making this world a better, more enlightened place.
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Most men and women lead lives, at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor, and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves, if only for a few moments is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul. Aldous Huxley "The Doors of Perception" Last edited by bandit420 : 01-28-2008 at 01:28 AM. Reason: Quote formatting error. |
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I’m a black intellect, but unrefined With precision like a bullet, target bound Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip Draftin of the poets, I’m the #7 pick Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body Heaven’s on my side Even in santo domingo Can I gotta gringo Yo, we got mics, when do we go? Know a little ***** who can ryhme when you ask me Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy" ~Q-Tip, A Tribe Called Quest~ Thanks bro and I was honored to share my journey with the City. Quote:
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!" ~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~ |
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![]() After reading your entries, I can honestly say if you wrote a book, I would buy and read it. Probably read it again, and again. Your words just flow.. The imagery is crystal clear and the words aren't all "omgwtfbbq" like some people try to use to make themselves seem more intelligent. Thanks again for taking your time with all this. A wise man once said. Stay Green.
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Dunno if I want to go to India just yet, there are a few other places I want to travel to first. My goal for the time being is to assist the cannabis community, but I'll never say never to adventure.
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![]() Thanks a lot for your words bro, I'm always writing maybe I'll try to float something in the literary world in the near future. I'm just so attached to my projects and find them very hard to let go of once they're created. Till then and beyond... Stay forever green.
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!" ~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~ |
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word. once again, im back to thank you for the amazing literary work that you have done here. it has been very inspirational to me (as well as others in the community, im sure), looking to use their talent and skills to furthur cannabis across the nation, using education as a resource.
peace&love
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Ya know? "Saints are sinners who kept on going." ~Robert Louis Stevenson~ Stay green.
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!" ~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~ |
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!" ~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~ |
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