HortiShorti
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Love that song, Joe!
A Closet A Light & A Bucket Of Dirt
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Here is Patti on day 36 of flower. She continues to swell and stink. Lol.
Sage the La S.A.G.E. is flowering on day 15. She has grown 4 inches in the last two days.
Still a great plant so far.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
Sage the La S.A.G.E. is flowering on day 15. She has grown 4 inches in the last two days.
Still a great plant so far.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
Beautiful work. 4 inches in 2 days. It's like you're making Patty wear high heels...hahahaha She's a looker indeed.
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Thanks G2HM.
Here is a little test bud of Patti the Chocolate Mint OG.
We will let it sit and listen to some tunes for a while.
Music therapy you could say. Lol.
I think that I will join that little bud for the music. I really hate the nights
that I cannot sleep. Those nights are far too many.
Sometimes those nights produce endless pages of writings. Sadly, this is not one of
those nights. Too many conflicting thoughts. I'm afraid that is just how it goes.
I can, however, read those writings and speak with the ghost who wrote them.
Sometimes we can learn from ourselves.
And so the thoughts go from crossed to clear.
From a long night into a very short affair.
For a while I will be able have sweet dreams
My battered soul will not allow otherwise.
It is honest. It is fair.
The sweet days seem to be getting longer.
They seem to appear more from beyond the darkness.
Myself slowly adjusting to the changing colors.
The blissful beauty of clarity so divine.
Darkened by moments of terrifying starkness.
The moments that I see are of a man that I like.
A man I have always wished I could be.
He is creative and fun. His soul is bright.
This is where the blessing becomes the curse.
Only one soul can enter and we must be right.
One thing is without question, I am truly mad.
Matters not if any of my thoughts ring true.
I would be mad any way you would like to look.
The meaning of madness is just my hue.
For I am truly a unique shade of blue.
The Beautiful Mania comes full circle.
And around we go yet again.
I need to break the visious cycle.
These are the attempts at sanity.
I have to be whole to begin.
Cheers friends.
Here is a little test bud of Patti the Chocolate Mint OG.
We will let it sit and listen to some tunes for a while.
Music therapy you could say. Lol.
I think that I will join that little bud for the music. I really hate the nights
that I cannot sleep. Those nights are far too many.
Sometimes those nights produce endless pages of writings. Sadly, this is not one of
those nights. Too many conflicting thoughts. I'm afraid that is just how it goes.
I can, however, read those writings and speak with the ghost who wrote them.
Sometimes we can learn from ourselves.
And so the thoughts go from crossed to clear.
From a long night into a very short affair.
For a while I will be able have sweet dreams
My battered soul will not allow otherwise.
It is honest. It is fair.
The sweet days seem to be getting longer.
They seem to appear more from beyond the darkness.
Myself slowly adjusting to the changing colors.
The blissful beauty of clarity so divine.
Darkened by moments of terrifying starkness.
The moments that I see are of a man that I like.
A man I have always wished I could be.
He is creative and fun. His soul is bright.
This is where the blessing becomes the curse.
Only one soul can enter and we must be right.
One thing is without question, I am truly mad.
Matters not if any of my thoughts ring true.
I would be mad any way you would like to look.
The meaning of madness is just my hue.
For I am truly a unique shade of blue.
The Beautiful Mania comes full circle.
And around we go yet again.
I need to break the visious cycle.
These are the attempts at sanity.
I have to be whole to begin.
Cheers friends.
Roses did come out hella pretty..... ++++ and Keepem Green
"The Beautiful Mania comes full circle." - And beautiful it is...
"My battered soul will not allow otherwise." - A Soul that is battered has been betrayed from a point to no return, just wisdom beyond our years.
"The meaning of madness is just my hue." - A shield to protect you, it works and is a part of you, but does not define you.
"For I am truly a unique shade of blue." - There is more than what meets the eye.
Swoon!
Music therapy is daily for me too. Your Lady is beautiful. Have a soul-filled day.
"My battered soul will not allow otherwise." - A Soul that is battered has been betrayed from a point to no return, just wisdom beyond our years.
"The meaning of madness is just my hue." - A shield to protect you, it works and is a part of you, but does not define you.
"For I am truly a unique shade of blue." - There is more than what meets the eye.
Swoon!
Music therapy is daily for me too. Your Lady is beautiful. Have a soul-filled day.
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Thank you Lady G. That one is probably one of my best.
It is one I look at often. It warms my heart that you like it too.
Cheers friend.
It is one I look at often. It warms my heart that you like it too.
Cheers friend.
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Excellent! Lady G. it is then.
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Another sleepless night. By now I know the signs.
The changes are coming in hard. Not sure if it is
heading up or heading down, but one of them is coming.
Bitter sweet to tell you the truth. I fear the lows.
I long for the highs. These unknown moments in between
cause a bit of anxiety. I have learned to live with that.
I saw one of those stupid commercials for some drug that is supposed
to make me feel better, my family love me more, and to just have the
key to life. I forget the name of it now but it sounded like a good name for a fart.
It turns my stomach that mind bending drugs are marketed as if they were Tic-Tacs.
Stupid. As. Fuck. (my opinion only. your mileage may vary).
My dealings with the mental health system in America was somewhat less.
I was never given a drug that made me feel better. Quite the opposite in fact.
The last one that I took made me feel insanely violent. I decided to go my own way after that.
The whole talk therapy idea did not work very well for me either.
I guess that I take offense when doctors say I can't feel a certain way.
I just told them that I DID feel a certain way. What gives them the right to tell me I feel wrong?
Who the fuck are they? Did you get your license from God?
I think that is why I ignored most of them. I guess in my eyes they were useless. Wasting time.
They obviously were not listening to me. I seemed secondary at that point.
I then just started talking in circles. Killing time. I have left with the doctor looking confused.
In all honesty I just used circular logic to talk around them while I went through my imaginary
Pro Baseball career stats. Sounds funny, but I did this particular one a lot.
I think some of them only care about being right. They do not listen.
They use drugs first and ask questions later. A hammer is an excellent tool,
but maybe you should find something different to clean a pane of glass.
Our society practices a type of "beat it with a hammer until it is fixed" mental health method.
One hammer fits all mental illness. They do manage to help some people,
but it is at the cost of harming others.
In the end, the only thing to do is always the same for me.
Grit my teeth, smoke a joint, and take the pain.
Well, that ended up a little more ranty than I intended.
I'll step off the soapbox of woe and self pity and let this journal continue. Lol.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
The changes are coming in hard. Not sure if it is
heading up or heading down, but one of them is coming.
Bitter sweet to tell you the truth. I fear the lows.
I long for the highs. These unknown moments in between
cause a bit of anxiety. I have learned to live with that.
I saw one of those stupid commercials for some drug that is supposed
to make me feel better, my family love me more, and to just have the
key to life. I forget the name of it now but it sounded like a good name for a fart.
It turns my stomach that mind bending drugs are marketed as if they were Tic-Tacs.
Stupid. As. Fuck. (my opinion only. your mileage may vary).
My dealings with the mental health system in America was somewhat less.
I was never given a drug that made me feel better. Quite the opposite in fact.
The last one that I took made me feel insanely violent. I decided to go my own way after that.
The whole talk therapy idea did not work very well for me either.
I guess that I take offense when doctors say I can't feel a certain way.
I just told them that I DID feel a certain way. What gives them the right to tell me I feel wrong?
Who the fuck are they? Did you get your license from God?
I think that is why I ignored most of them. I guess in my eyes they were useless. Wasting time.
They obviously were not listening to me. I seemed secondary at that point.
I then just started talking in circles. Killing time. I have left with the doctor looking confused.
In all honesty I just used circular logic to talk around them while I went through my imaginary
Pro Baseball career stats. Sounds funny, but I did this particular one a lot.
I think some of them only care about being right. They do not listen.
They use drugs first and ask questions later. A hammer is an excellent tool,
but maybe you should find something different to clean a pane of glass.
Our society practices a type of "beat it with a hammer until it is fixed" mental health method.
One hammer fits all mental illness. They do manage to help some people,
but it is at the cost of harming others.
In the end, the only thing to do is always the same for me.
Grit my teeth, smoke a joint, and take the pain.
Well, that ended up a little more ranty than I intended.
I'll step off the soapbox of woe and self pity and let this journal continue. Lol.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
MagicJim
Creme de la Creme Photos: Sept 2016
High Ditcher. I hope things become brighter for you. After I've seen my doctor I lament that I didn't take my notebook with me as I'll leave wondering why I didn't mention whatever. One day I'll learn. I've also found that I have to let the doc say what's on her mind and then I can say....I think I'll do it my way.
Anyway....Did you get a start in an All-star game?
Anyway....Did you get a start in an All-star game?
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Thanks Jim. Of course I was an all star in my imaginary Hall of Fame career. Lol.
Cheers friend.
Cheers friend.
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Hello again my friends. Hope your day is going well.
Here we have Patti the Chocolate Mint OG on day 38 of flower.
One of the stinkiest ladies I have ever grown. A pine-mint
smell with an odd floral background. Certainly a "I mean business" aroma.
The buds are forming nicely and she powers on.
Sage the La S.A.G.E. enjoys her 17th day of flower. I love how she has grown
in a very orderly fashion. Very agreeable so far. Combine that with her
cinnamon stick smell and she has my interest piqued.
Can't forget about our little test bud.
I dressed her up for the party.
And party she did. Ahhh... Sweet relief. I can't wait for this one to finish.
I am wrapped in the blissful calming embrace of Patti. Lol.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
Here we have Patti the Chocolate Mint OG on day 38 of flower.
One of the stinkiest ladies I have ever grown. A pine-mint
smell with an odd floral background. Certainly a "I mean business" aroma.
The buds are forming nicely and she powers on.
Sage the La S.A.G.E. enjoys her 17th day of flower. I love how she has grown
in a very orderly fashion. Very agreeable so far. Combine that with her
cinnamon stick smell and she has my interest piqued.
Can't forget about our little test bud.
I dressed her up for the party.
And party she did. Ahhh... Sweet relief. I can't wait for this one to finish.
I am wrapped in the blissful calming embrace of Patti. Lol.
Thanks for stopping by.
Cheers.
Big Sparks
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*smiles* im so glad that you are happy with Patti the CMOG. I totally agree with your assessment of her aromas and flavors. The lemon/pine funk smell reminds me of some of the old school strains of the late 80's and early 90's. Good times.....
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It's great that you mention the late eighties. That was the first time that I ever
smoked really good weed. This smoke reminds me a lot of those years.
They were good years.
Thanks Big Sparks.
smoked really good weed. This smoke reminds me a lot of those years.
They were good years.
Thanks Big Sparks.
I always giggle to myself when I write that I am training a plant, when really she's the one training me. And keeping in that thought, you appear well trained...hahahahaha
BTW, we have much in common with doctors, they are a whole other breed. Gives a whole new meaning to drop the hammer, them hitting us, or drop the hammer, us letting go of them. Very interesting visual from your prose.
Your beautiful lady is shining and so are you.
BTW, we have much in common with doctors, they are a whole other breed. Gives a whole new meaning to drop the hammer, them hitting us, or drop the hammer, us letting go of them. Very interesting visual from your prose.
Your beautiful lady is shining and so are you.
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Thank you Lady G.
From reading your journal, I imagine that we do share some outlooks on doctors.
It is great when they are right, but some seem to be unable to accept when they are wrong.
What I found out about our mental health system? I am not a nail.
A hammer is just not going to do much good.
Cheers friend.
From reading your journal, I imagine that we do share some outlooks on doctors.
It is great when they are right, but some seem to be unable to accept when they are wrong.
What I found out about our mental health system? I am not a nail.
A hammer is just not going to do much good.
Cheers friend.
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Lordy, lordy, it is Patti on day 40. Just continuing on her
stinky sticky way.
Little Sage is not really that little anymore. I look forward to setting her on fire. Lol.
Day 19 of flower for her.
The outdoor kids are still doing ok on life support.
One of the Peace Lilies stuffed in that corner will be 19 years old this year.
Who knew the damn thing would live so long?
I'm going to have to take it to vote. Lol.
Cheers friends.
stinky sticky way.
Little Sage is not really that little anymore. I look forward to setting her on fire. Lol.
Day 19 of flower for her.
The outdoor kids are still doing ok on life support.
One of the Peace Lilies stuffed in that corner will be 19 years old this year.
Who knew the damn thing would live so long?
I'm going to have to take it to vote. Lol.
Cheers friends.
Cannoisseuras
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How long did you veg patti
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She vegged for 33 days.