I make these stash cases
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How do you feel right now?
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Eclectic
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The smell of strawberry compliments the skunky smell of the weed....then after awhile you replace the gum and chew the old with all that kief stuck to it..bwahahaha ....pfffffffffffft........eer...(cough)..
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I am sooooooo baked right now.ahhhhhhhhhhh
I bought some strawberry bubble yum put 2 pieces together and kneaded them out..then put it in the bottom of my chew sized canister...my weed smells awsome and its starting to taste a little..yummmmmmy |
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I been writing since I was a child,
Later on I took to the guitar...mix them together you get a song |
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WHAT'S Your Bail?
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$655...not to bad. |
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Personaly I think being deep means you have an VERY open mind and u see things from many perspectives because of it.....pretty much meaning we are willing to explore/go down the "rabbit hole" where others try to bury it....
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The ghost of myself
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I know its a dark poem, but I think it left off with little hint of optimism....
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The ghost of myself
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I think we all know we pave our own roads..and it is never to late to change course....
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The ghost of myself
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(((tessa
OMG!! Jeff, reading that poem I could feel the emotions. I've been the same place many times! This is the best I've seen you write yet!!! |
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No!
Ever play twister necked? |
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WHAT'S Your Bail?
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880........sex in the dome of the big united church was worth it....woooooohooooooo
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Topic:
The ghost of myself
Edited by
bedlum1
on
Tue 01/11/11 01:37 PM
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In the cold black windy darkness,
On a desolate stormy night, The ghost of myself passed away, Without putting up a fight. It faded away to nothing, Leaving only an empty space, And the jaded smell of suffering, Stepped in to take its place. Many wrong turns have led me here, To this barren nightmare waste, To witness my spirit disappear, As punishment for my haste. Sadly I gaze upon the path, I've walked on all these years, It's littered with my broken dreams, And paved by all my tears. I see a fork just up ahead, should I go left, should I go right? I hope the one that i choose, Leads me to the light. . |
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On oblivious shore
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There is greatness in the silence Namaste' |
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On oblivious shore
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Nice words man and a nice place for it to take our minds,,, |
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On oblivious shore
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Now if only the people on the JERSEY SHORE were so poetic... |
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Do you want it?
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Dry biting humor
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How do you feel right now?
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On oblivious shore
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Thank you
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How do you feel right now?
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Like an almond joy
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