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Posted on May 23, 2012 via Cannabis Cult.ivation! with 89 notes
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…and I will leave. But the birds will stay, singing.
And my garden will stay, with its green tree, with its water well.
Many afternoons the skies will be blue and placid,
And the bells in the tower will chime, as they are chiming this afternoon.
The people that have loved me will pass away, and the town will burst anew every year.
But my spirit will always wonder, nostalgic
In some corner of my flowery garden.El Viaje Definitivo. (Just finished Journey to Ixtlan) -
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Posted on May 12, 2012 via silkscreen with 21,634 notes
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Cinco De Mayo
Yeah, get me wasted then leave me home alone.
I dont ever wanna drink again.
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A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousnesses. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to enhance all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
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Posted on May 1, 2012 via Reefer Madness with 72 notes
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Memoirs of a fake drug dealer…
So I work at a head shop… Awesome job, except for one thing… the synthetics.
All started before I worked the shop, with the spice and K2s that were sold as potpourris. Many different kinds have been banned, then more appear, get popular, and are banned as well while yet another is made up. Its just the cycle. By time I start working there, theres a step up. Powders; bath salts, massage powders, glass cleaners, whatever the fuck. People liked it. And we made a killing.
So as a legal drug dealer, of the fake drug sorts, I had my regulars. About thirty of them I’d see everyday, they’d come in, buy their shit, and go on their day fucked up. I swear I knew everyone in this town that was on probation. I’d have the ones I liked, the ones that annoyed me, the ones who knew my name and I knew theirs, and I knew a lot of their stories. I remember the few of them that used to come in, buy the incense, then started the powders, then buying the powders and the right pipes to go with it. So sad. This one guy started getting sores all over his face, which weren’t there before…
I hated dealing with people when we were out… They’d get so pissed, but its the bosses fault. Get a million complaints and a bunch of bitchy customers cussing you out. These people were wrecks.
On Sunday someone took a crowbar to our door… actually two different crowbars… two different times…he failed to get in but fucked the door up.
Then on Friday I got held at gunpoint for the incense (which surprises me that it wasn’t the powders) and the money in the drawer by a ski-masked asshole. And thats fucked up. (But its okay, I’m a hard ass)
Friday we’ll be done selling both products. I’m happy to be done with them. My conscience never rested easy selling fake meth to this mom and that dad, or that pregnant lady. Its fucked up shit, and I’m glad its gone.
Now I can feel good about being proud about working at my shop.
Nothing's gonna change my world
