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Luther Burbank
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Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Embracing the Suck.
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Hope alls well OH.
I'm sure you guys have caught the news yesterday of the house blocking the DEA from making MMJ busts: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/30/dea-medical-marijuana-house-vote_n_5414679.html
Any idea what this means for GH? Are they done with? I sure hope so.
I'm sure you guys have caught the news yesterday of the house blocking the DEA from making MMJ busts: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/30/dea-medical-marijuana-house-vote_n_5414679.html
Any idea what this means for GH? Are they done with? I sure hope so.
Hilo has been sunny as shit for the last couple weeks until today.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
No, boys and girls....
I'm not in the old bathtub bleeding out from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head....
The cart hasn't come off the rails....yet.
Just like the song.... and I can work with it.
This is gonna be one of those posts. Got a shitload of garbage to cover, things are moving along nicely.... but I have yet to feel it. In cases like these, we can force it.....and god only knows where that'll go, or I can do it tomorrow. Which like me....
Tomorrow never comes.
Ahhh fuck it....TMI
I walk a lonely road.
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes.
But its home to me, and I walk alone.
Got your hanky ready?
Ever been on the golf course, or some other social situation, and people start asking you the usual questions? Where are you from? Where do you live? What do you do?
EEerrrrrr.
What do you say? I've tried I'm a dotcom millionaire.... but if you know me....that's a bridge way too far. I've tried mom and dad are dead and left me a shitload of money.... bad Karma.
So I tell them the truth. I grow dope and sell it to their kids. *edit* this is NOT a true statement and for entertainment's sake only *edit*
That usually ends the conversation. Go figure.
And I ride alone.
I walk this empty street,
on the boulevard of broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps.
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
Now let's see where you fuckers took this when I was MIA.
Pollen?
That's it? I gotta think for you too?
Solution. Load drone with Round-up. Not Round-up? Velpar...use Velpar. Nothing will grow there for years.
Told you those drones would come in handy someday. That knife cuts both ways.
Weez was right...like usual. This week saved me. We had three soild weeks of late season rain. Remember when I said Winter went out like Lindberg's baby?
That baby wasn't dead, and he came back around to bite me.
My shadows are the only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart is the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
Till then I walk alone.
So we had a ton of rain, but nothing major rotted. That's odd. It should have. Last year it sure did with far less rain. If I didn't know better, I'd guess these plants are developing a resistance to rot.
But I don't know shit.
So, long story short, there are a whole pile of wonderful plants, hairs away from ready. Maybe some rain tonite, but a long dry streak moving in.
What could go wrong?
Watch. Green Harvest flies tomorrow. The only thing that can mess it up. Where is it?
I'm walking down the line.
That divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the border line, of the edge,
And where I walk alone.
Ahhh shit! Don't got it today. Take another crack at this later. I think you know why, and this verse is for you.
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right.
Check my vital signs, to know I'm still alive,
And I walk alone.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
No, boys and girls....
I'm not in the old bathtub bleeding out from a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head....
The cart hasn't come off the rails....yet.
Just like the song.... and I can work with it.
This is gonna be one of those posts. Got a shitload of garbage to cover, things are moving along nicely.... but I have yet to feel it. In cases like these, we can force it.....and god only knows where that'll go, or I can do it tomorrow. Which like me....
Tomorrow never comes.
Ahhh fuck it....TMI
I walk a lonely road.
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes.
But its home to me, and I walk alone.
Got your hanky ready?
Ever been on the golf course, or some other social situation, and people start asking you the usual questions? Where are you from? Where do you live? What do you do?
EEerrrrrr.
What do you say? I've tried I'm a dotcom millionaire.... but if you know me....that's a bridge way too far. I've tried mom and dad are dead and left me a shitload of money.... bad Karma.
So I tell them the truth. I grow dope and sell it to their kids. *edit* this is NOT a true statement and for entertainment's sake only *edit*
That usually ends the conversation. Go figure.
And I ride alone.
I walk this empty street,
on the boulevard of broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps.
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
Now let's see where you fuckers took this when I was MIA.
Pollen?
That's it? I gotta think for you too?
Solution. Load drone with Round-up. Not Round-up? Velpar...use Velpar. Nothing will grow there for years.
Told you those drones would come in handy someday. That knife cuts both ways.
Weez was right...like usual. This week saved me. We had three soild weeks of late season rain. Remember when I said Winter went out like Lindberg's baby?
That baby wasn't dead, and he came back around to bite me.
My shadows are the only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart is the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
Till then I walk alone.
So we had a ton of rain, but nothing major rotted. That's odd. It should have. Last year it sure did with far less rain. If I didn't know better, I'd guess these plants are developing a resistance to rot.
But I don't know shit.
So, long story short, there are a whole pile of wonderful plants, hairs away from ready. Maybe some rain tonite, but a long dry streak moving in.
What could go wrong?
Watch. Green Harvest flies tomorrow. The only thing that can mess it up. Where is it?
I'm walking down the line.
That divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the border line, of the edge,
And where I walk alone.
Ahhh shit! Don't got it today. Take another crack at this later. I think you know why, and this verse is for you.
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right.
Check my vital signs, to know I'm still alive,
And I walk alone.
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stay safe out there
6 pm and got buzzed by the DEA copter they are working late. I haven't seen NED this year. I feel left out they saw you but not me I'm sad. lol OH my bells and whistle plants went into flower I won't have any big plants this year. Not over 10 ft any way. lol Having fun playing with clones. Latters DB
Again at 6 this time 3 fly byes
Maybe this'll work.
Maybe it won't.
I'm talking about the actual mental....(yes, I know, a definite stretch) process that we go through to produce these consistently high quality posts.....oh gawd!
Seriously, It's not like I know exactly where the hell we are going before we roll. Got an idea, but there are many ways there. The good ones kinda take on a life of their own. The bad ones?
Lindberg's baby, Baby.
And let me tell you, nothing kills my train of thought like my old lady. Period. Full Stop. I can't tell you how many times we were almost done with a fuckin' masterpiece, she pops up, and it's Lac Magnetic all over again.
But I'm in luck tonite. She's crashed early. If she wakes up before this post is in the books....You already know what I'm gonna say about you know who's baby..
What Weez? You think I'll still be breathing tomorrow?
Now, I'm sure a few of the newbies are saying; "This dummy ain't telling us how he does what he does."
And you would be right....
Except.... I ALREADY HAVE! It's all in the archives. Like four times. Hit one of those links at the bottom of this post. It's just that with this log I said to myself;
"Self, If you have to repeat yourself again....no sense. Bathtub. Gunshot. I'll do this once more, but just for kicks. If people have questions, refer them to someone who knows which way is up...."
like Rusty....if you live on the mainland.
Or Greyskull....if you live here.
The only people that should ask me for growing advice.... are people that live in this area. Like less than a mile away. And even then.
Our friendly ghost feel himself lifted up, he's flying! The wind caresses his cheek, like a giant Gogi hit. Oh, maybe not! Is that a wheel? No, it's two!
See, I'm not the best person to ask for advise. I proudly wear the title dinosaur. I'm lazy, I cut corners, take chances, and do some downright silly shit. Case in point, this very log.
It happened very quickly, as our friendly ghost realizes he is not weightless, but falling. The asphalt flies up to meet him, they embrace, become one, then two wheels are there, impact, and gone, a blast of diesel tainted air, and two small tail lights rapidly receding into the darkness.
Sorry dude. Had to make, no, still making a point. Want me to do this quick, or painfully slow?
I choose b. Of fuckin' course!
Our friendly ghost thinks; "What the hell just happened?" Naturally, since he is a ghost, he was confused, but unharmed by this little adventure. Suddenly, emerging from the mist, a pair of reverse lights, slowly advance. they pull up, then pass. A hiss of air, the door opens, a hoard of hands and faces lift him up, and carry him back to the bus.
Again, in our little fiction world, I could just have easily left him in the street. Shit, If I wanted to be an asshole I could have put fifty more busses following right behind the first. All carrying nuclear warheads. But far be it from me to belabor a subject.
WHAT'S THE FUCKIN' POINT!!!!
If you haven't got it by now....I'll draw you a map....sometime next year.
Senseless lyric time. We'll make this quick.
There ain't no rest for the wicked.
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know I wish I could,
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good,
Come on, like you didn't see that one coming...sooner or later?
Change gears. Sweet Jeebus... can that chick chuck a pole or what?
Remember the first post? Back when you didn't know me, you thought I was messing with you. By now it should be dawning on you that every word was true.
One point I stressed was that there would be a lot of either whining and/or gloating. Sorry. Just the way it is. And with the wet Spring, well, let's just say you didn't get much of the whine you were allocated. Just sucked it up...all by myself....ok....maybe you got a little.
But gloat?
A week of sun, solid sun, is a gift. Two weeks is like hitting the lottery. Three weeks? that don't happen. That's like the goddess upstairs giving you a blowjob instead of urine.....oh shit!
Well you know....your own personal jesus.
What? Too far?
Your never suppose to say this, but there are sooooo many objects left in the wake of this post/bus, so what's one more? I'll say it.
This stage of the harvest....we are looking good here. Three weeks of sun. Planned everything to take before GH flew.... or it rained. They didn't fly and it didn't rain here last week. This week it'll be too late. Garden will be taken and replanted tomorrow...at about 6 AM. Big, fat, over ripe flowers all over the place. In the bag.
The Scogi's are liking the dirt. Still not sure if they will flower early, or give us a bit of a jump. We are getting 13 hours 20 plus minutes of daylight each day. We don't get much more than that anyway, so this could not work out. I have back ups started later.... rather not go that way.
What could possibly go wrong?
What was that thump?
I'm expecting GH to fly this week. This is always a tough month to call, because it is the end of the fiscal year, and you never know what is left over. Another week of sun and no GH? Never gotten that good. Never. It would be like the goddess.....
No, don't think I'll go there.
Coward.
Maybe it won't.
I'm talking about the actual mental....(yes, I know, a definite stretch) process that we go through to produce these consistently high quality posts.....oh gawd!
Seriously, It's not like I know exactly where the hell we are going before we roll. Got an idea, but there are many ways there. The good ones kinda take on a life of their own. The bad ones?
Lindberg's baby, Baby.
And let me tell you, nothing kills my train of thought like my old lady. Period. Full Stop. I can't tell you how many times we were almost done with a fuckin' masterpiece, she pops up, and it's Lac Magnetic all over again.
But I'm in luck tonite. She's crashed early. If she wakes up before this post is in the books....You already know what I'm gonna say about you know who's baby..
What Weez? You think I'll still be breathing tomorrow?
Now, I'm sure a few of the newbies are saying; "This dummy ain't telling us how he does what he does."
And you would be right....
Except.... I ALREADY HAVE! It's all in the archives. Like four times. Hit one of those links at the bottom of this post. It's just that with this log I said to myself;
"Self, If you have to repeat yourself again....no sense. Bathtub. Gunshot. I'll do this once more, but just for kicks. If people have questions, refer them to someone who knows which way is up...."
like Rusty....if you live on the mainland.
Or Greyskull....if you live here.
The only people that should ask me for growing advice.... are people that live in this area. Like less than a mile away. And even then.
Our friendly ghost feel himself lifted up, he's flying! The wind caresses his cheek, like a giant Gogi hit. Oh, maybe not! Is that a wheel? No, it's two!
See, I'm not the best person to ask for advise. I proudly wear the title dinosaur. I'm lazy, I cut corners, take chances, and do some downright silly shit. Case in point, this very log.
It happened very quickly, as our friendly ghost realizes he is not weightless, but falling. The asphalt flies up to meet him, they embrace, become one, then two wheels are there, impact, and gone, a blast of diesel tainted air, and two small tail lights rapidly receding into the darkness.
Sorry dude. Had to make, no, still making a point. Want me to do this quick, or painfully slow?
I choose b. Of fuckin' course!
Our friendly ghost thinks; "What the hell just happened?" Naturally, since he is a ghost, he was confused, but unharmed by this little adventure. Suddenly, emerging from the mist, a pair of reverse lights, slowly advance. they pull up, then pass. A hiss of air, the door opens, a hoard of hands and faces lift him up, and carry him back to the bus.
Again, in our little fiction world, I could just have easily left him in the street. Shit, If I wanted to be an asshole I could have put fifty more busses following right behind the first. All carrying nuclear warheads. But far be it from me to belabor a subject.
WHAT'S THE FUCKIN' POINT!!!!
If you haven't got it by now....I'll draw you a map....sometime next year.
Senseless lyric time. We'll make this quick.
There ain't no rest for the wicked.
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know I wish I could,
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good,
Come on, like you didn't see that one coming...sooner or later?
Change gears. Sweet Jeebus... can that chick chuck a pole or what?
Remember the first post? Back when you didn't know me, you thought I was messing with you. By now it should be dawning on you that every word was true.
One point I stressed was that there would be a lot of either whining and/or gloating. Sorry. Just the way it is. And with the wet Spring, well, let's just say you didn't get much of the whine you were allocated. Just sucked it up...all by myself....ok....maybe you got a little.
But gloat?
A week of sun, solid sun, is a gift. Two weeks is like hitting the lottery. Three weeks? that don't happen. That's like the goddess upstairs giving you a blowjob instead of urine.....oh shit!
Well you know....your own personal jesus.
What? Too far?
Your never suppose to say this, but there are sooooo many objects left in the wake of this post/bus, so what's one more? I'll say it.
This stage of the harvest....we are looking good here. Three weeks of sun. Planned everything to take before GH flew.... or it rained. They didn't fly and it didn't rain here last week. This week it'll be too late. Garden will be taken and replanted tomorrow...at about 6 AM. Big, fat, over ripe flowers all over the place. In the bag.
The Scogi's are liking the dirt. Still not sure if they will flower early, or give us a bit of a jump. We are getting 13 hours 20 plus minutes of daylight each day. We don't get much more than that anyway, so this could not work out. I have back ups started later.... rather not go that way.
What could possibly go wrong?
What was that thump?
I'm expecting GH to fly this week. This is always a tough month to call, because it is the end of the fiscal year, and you never know what is left over. Another week of sun and no GH? Never gotten that good. Never. It would be like the goddess.....
No, don't think I'll go there.
Coward.
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Love the reason for editing!
If they fly you and not me I'm calling and complaining I feel left out. lol
Nice spot you guys got fishing that is
Nice spot you guys got fishing that is
I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut
I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut. .... ..... ..... .....
Oh all good.....
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut
I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut. .... ..... ..... .....
Oh all good.....
Late to the party
Late to the party
Finally tracked you down again OH! Haven't been around these parts much lately so glad to be back on this twisted path with you and the usual suspects again.
I'm not growing much this year, trying out some sativas for a change of pace so it's gonna be learning time for me as well.
Can't wait to see what makes your final cut....
Late to the party
Finally tracked you down again OH! Haven't been around these parts much lately so glad to be back on this twisted path with you and the usual suspects again.
I'm not growing much this year, trying out some sativas for a change of pace so it's gonna be learning time for me as well.
Can't wait to see what makes your final cut....
