satan smoked and still does!

420boogie — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:52:42 GMT

My good 'ol pal has been smokin longer than anyone in existance. Whenever I pray that he will fatten my yield he does! Just a good ol pal to have around. Some of my christian friends are kind of iffy about satan and cannabis until they are introduced an learn the truth behind both!
peace out and happy vapor/bonging to all my fellow believers!

wantism..

capnjazz23 — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 22:08:27 GMT

My brain is the lotus jelly and my arms are the fish oil and my heart is the kabob by which God pours his avid meanderings. Everything here quakes in the cricket song, save me, I am Oregon, from which the calls come, a growing cardamom. But she waits, she speaks of deer, hemp is the cure, but how deep could the cause go? This healing nuance, for her is born prayer. That they sometimes seem bright and vibrant, and then a wandering comes over all, and confusion time has come, come sit by the cat. He's been here for a long time, aikido and fair game for the villages that left the grove unending, a plant-like cadence, the humor rising in me, big laughter, and thoughts relaying sweetly our futures. Oh, its no oracle, they say. We never found the cat, but his trail now turning round. In your hands what is it? The spirit happy birthday, or the train track graffiti kids, holding their own promises somewhere under the cultural mirage. This is America, whispering under the signs, and buildings, from where lived a sad girl, we had met, it was pointless now, it was just choosing where to lay focus. I went out back on the balcony and sat there, maybe they were behind it all, pouring it into my head, or maybe it was natural and so far beyond any of us, left behind, who knew nothing yet where do they go, they who are here and then there? The milk thistle grew today, I cleaned my liver, drinking the nectared tea of my own making, my hair alive, sitting in some restaurant, where they seemed to judge me by it. Then it was gone, because I was sitting out on the back porch meditating, it was as simple as a choice, that it was beyond God or any symbol, the west, cars were there, my eyes slipped shut, much was lost. Lost. An admittance.

"This!" They say though we now act, and dancing at the laundromat, compassion. In a dream, he wants to come by, they've got herb, and in the hills where its wild enough, like sunglasses and misquitos, oh they're dead, gone now, its october, come by, we'll get high and make out. My girlfriend sighs, I say to her, them I hardly knew, and never understood but the way the mystic sat on the concrete and drank for days I couldn't help but love, and give near anything, all I had was a hand with a spiral I had found in the lilies, saying lotus instead. We were both joking, nothing ever happens in our lives.

Love is divine is everything, that its all the same thing, I set off to write a poem on the lake. The healing way shown under the moon.

Don't brag, said the cat, don't brag and be respectful, they don't want you here, they keep you because you're special, unique. And isn't everyone? Much shrugging. The water. You're as silly as a rhyme, are you a book report writer? The ankh gives it soul, at least, and they all started talking correctly amongst themselves. In Schenectady there are elves of the eternal song, the cars passing, don't care, offer them something else... what? The rainstick.

Juju beans of love
brought the sirens from above
and then they fade and what is clear
theres a violin thats near
but I must not wander there
the ness (Cannabis) of when I went back in
and came forth, out the door
churn the worlds,
they're stoned up there
thats why they care
and they are pleased
the rainstick, all our living dreams
the way, what is the way?
coming up the river here
all our living dreams

This staircase, and I am the earth,
Chill bee, I am the earth, they await you there on the way that is away. You carry strings I never saw you play, but you say you play, I was not there today or yesterday, they say, I love you.

Suddenly its clear and to them, I send the love, that takes them highest, I smile, as I churn the world. Around the blind one, the tribes come together, in the sense of water lapping coal? The doctor is rarely honest.

They ask where is your soul? It is everywhere, that we have mapped it out to you, strings of light are everywhere, that we have woven it in your breath. We don't need anything, they give so many cigarettes. We don't need them, and things are connected.

Sweet life!

The fairies in the woods, or in the fading houses, I am here like a pattern in the ground, the thing that first showed me our love, like exploring the spine a kind dragon smiling off we sooth the nerves. The Appalachian, we wondered, we soared. Remembering the Pomo all those years ago, blossoming soul, Pomo, grandmother of light. Yet our frame is the stars. Watch the sky!

They are burning in remembrance, for it gives them all the joy, the peace, a bold spirit, the wandering, invisible, rests here tonight or for a moment, forever. Gone, we had forgotten, floating on. But you didn't forget, you reminded me, crashing down on me from the tree, where I was second stoned. It was cashed, there were checkers, laughing forever, walking home, it was good, they had not taught it was returning.

He meditates there, and he wears all orange, he lunches everyone out, without even using corn, why is he there I don't know, I've never seen him so...

Yeah, man, it is calmer so you give yourself to healing. I sit in this yonato, aigy, I have a feeling, where the petals of my heart open, inside I am a flower. I see my mind is the lotus, my arms are the hemp oil, my heart is something that I long to know.

Flo, you are the singing shingles, daffodil, buttercup, not a thing, not a word, they have heard, there is no telling. These days the sun is beautiful, all of it is the outstreching, ecstatic, raindrop grower, divine peaceful knower.

The world, stretching out, some are crazy, all are crazy, when they shout, when they sleep, when they ask what is happening? Its obvious we have been caught like a wrapped around swing.

The ocean still goes, galaxies still whirl their spirals, and like clocks we are undone.

And it went on like that for sometime until she put on the song.

It vibrates every parts of me and gets me moving again, who cares if its the long arm of light through all our dreams getting to our life.

What do they sing about?

Peace.

Everything is as it is, love has no beginning or end. Perfect!!!

Sweet love!

"love will fall in you"

a beach.

who am I though? and who are you? and what is all this? ahh mann.. everything changes but we remain
thank you, ya know, from the <3...

peace everyone

Christian Science Monitor Thinks Arresting Cancer Patients Will Stop Legalization

User — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 05:17:05 GMT

It's awfully hard to find anyone complaining about this week's big medical marijuana news, but the editorial board at the Christian Science Monitor has done an admirable job of summing up the case against medical marijuana in all its bitter incoherence:

"The federal government has limited resources to fight drugs, and funds should not be wasted on prosecuting users and providers of medical marijuana who comply with state laws, the Obama administration said this week.

While this argument may indeed seem a sensible prioritizing of federal effort and dollars, the White House and the public should realize it comes with a cost.

That cost is Washington's tacit approval of state-sanctioned medical marijuana, which the drug's proponents will take as a green light to push even harder for their ultimate goal: full legalization of marijuana use and distribution."

That, right there, is everything you'll ever need to know about why anyone still opposes medical marijuana. It is not any more or less complicated than the fact that they're afraid of legalization and they won’t hesitate to throw seriously ill patients under the bus if they think it will curb our momentum. It's a motivation so selfish and shameful, we've rarely seen it acknowledged and its emergence now is really a remarkable testament to the vacancy of credible objections presently available to those seeking to undermine patient access.

What perfect irony that those who advocate arresting patients as a necessary means to prevent broader legalization would dare accuse us of exploiting the sick and dying for political ends.

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Author: Scott Morgan
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Website: Christian Science Monitor Thinks Arresting Cancer Patients Will Stop Marijuana Legalization | Stop the Drug War (DRCNet)

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satan smoked and still does!

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Christian Science Monitor Thinks Arresting Cancer Patients Will Stop Legalization