Waiting… For the right seeds. No more 3 week plants.
“If John Lennon is deported, I’m leaving too…with my musicians..and my marijuana.” – Art Garfunkel
Waiting… For the right seeds. No more 3 week plants.
“If John Lennon is deported, I’m leaving too…with my musicians..and my marijuana.” – Art Garfunkel
The first whiffs get you a ticket out of Kansas City,
Two drags past the first ash
Comes the yellow brick road.
The doors of perception open, waves pour in,
And everything appears,
Infinite, as it should.
Space loses all meaning, time extends to nothingness,
Light comes in waves around the bend
Colours changing hue.
In pouring surges, it rides down the back,
Sounds can be seen,
Purple turning blue.
The lights turn off, the music isn’t over yet
Jim stands at the door with Blake
A ray of brilliant light is drowned.
The old man flies, to Vincent’s den
The Indian Shaman cries
Beneath the sound.
After keeping the seeds in moist tissue for 3 days, 5-6 of them have germinated and have been shifted to a pot (roughly 6inches in diameter.
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Abuse is no argument against proper use” – Unknown