You guys are the bestest. I like this thread. Props Chron, all...

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"Careful what you carry- 'cause the Man is wise- you are still an outlaw in their eyes" -Steely Dan
"Multiple pieces of anecdotal evidence do not equal scientific fact." -Rhizome
"If the Queen Bee ain't happy... the hive isn't happy!"-Dutch Pimp
http://boards.cannabis.com/basic-gro...e-harvest.html<-It's a grow guide! Enjoy!
http://boards.cannabis.com/plant-pro...hy-how-do.html <- all the boring stuff about soil chemistry you never wanted to know
http://boards.cannabis.com/grow-log/...ml#post1837597 <-how to make canna caramels
http://boards.cannabis.com/grow-log/...ml#post1820481 <-illustrated cloning guide permalink
Contacting Her Dankness: stinkyattic at hushm4il-please use the same discretion you do on the boards, thanks.
I don't claim to know the first thing about growing anything; hell, I can't make a Chia pet sprout.

I should be posting a few recorded songs in the next few weeks, this will be one of them.

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I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do.
When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.

- Stephen F. Roberts

And no, I am not an atheist
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Latest song - The Weed I Need

We'll be looking forward to it!

Thanks Stinky
ps: why'd you leave? Hope you werent takin me too seriously...

Thanks!

My first drop was about weed, then I felt you responded to me talking about truth and religion so I followed up.
It's all in fun on this forum. Peace!

Now to the young punk who dissed me, start a thread and bring it on. I need to sharpen my skillz!

How could I run away
from what I know to be real
I appreciate the summer days
the colder I feel,
How could I tell the truth,
when I was bred to conform.
I could present the proof
but I've already been warned.
How can I be a real man
on this cold earth?
Pleasure, pressure and pain.
What is YOUR soul worth?

I burn one down almost everynight as I lie in bed
So when I finaly fall asleep the nightmares stay from my head
ganja got me dreamin, gonna get to my goal
look into my subconcious and what i need to be whole
Lucid dreamin anything, gonna be in control
Lullaby burnin' with my favorite bowl
Just lay eyes closed, let the sandman come
let my mind wander and I'm ready for fun

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
***>>http://www.myspace.com/jake39stracks!!!<<***

"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

My words cut like razors tazers
complainers shocked the neighbours
And my name is slick its famous
man this blandless I cant stand this
From my enemies, hold my hennessey,
Know I'm better see, just let it be,
Petty g's already bleed from lead and cheese
So set me free.

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greed is the killer
and green is the colour you desire
aggression at cost
you fill up your pocket
then your hatred fuels the fire

dont be so cold

So you thought I was lyin' when I said I stay flyin'?
I'm not even tryin' and I stay multiplyin' the weed I'm fryin'..
Cryin' those hypocritical, corrupt political critics
Always applying predictable, made-up hysterical antics
Their attempts are not worth it, I'll aways burn it,
It's just a part of the earth dimwit, why can't you learn it?
Washed is your brain, your logic- insane
I find it hard to explain your unfounded disdain
Try to refrain from the complain. We do, it cures pain.
I'll hit the bowl, and I'll chief the chillum
Rip the blunts I roll, it's relief in your cerebrum
The papers I use are the finest
They always get me the highest
Highest? Yes. Smallest? No I've seen WAY less
In fact, it was the exact number of facts you swear you back
Perhaps, you might wanna retract, my facts remain intact
And yours? well they didn't make it
They were exposed to some truth and just couldn't take it.
The proposed didn't take a sleuth to shake it
It was not mistake you just tried to fake it
I've had enough of these lies they try and procure
"Time to play rough!"- A reply not in my nature
We're just stoners and yeah, at times loners?
But why pay for a confession of this social transgression.
Let THIS court come to session let me pose a necessary question
When might we stand up and realize inevitible progression
Fight the oppression, I mean we're only askin for simple possession
'Tis digression we've all been through the legal digestion...
...system? Hardly gives me that impression
Sorry, can't make that concession.
A system? One which works for the people?
Ahem, (chirp chirp) yeah I figured... the BUSINESS people
Right, right it has to always benefit you
Don't indict I take delight in the taxes that I commit.
It's just government, the root of the dispute and all this unease
We can't play content, we're in pursuit of our civil liberties
I pursued mine down along the st. charles river side
It's a perpetual routine I can't remember ever being clean
I'm only eighteen, my medical school dreams are being seen
I'll always smoke the chronic, isn't it ironic
Remember this phonic: I stay high

Stay high

heh have you even seen my rhymes? scroll up a little and decide if that's really worth it lol.

Stay high

My stash is gone,

I can't get stoned.

Oh wait, here's more,

now I feel pwn3d.


BurmapSteve.

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Get high and do something.
Is My Medicine Legal Yet?
the John Sinclair Radio Show!
Legalize!

Wake up early just to check the crops
first scope the doors, and then all the locks
peek out my blinds, for any sign of cops.
walk up my stairs, the smell flows through
No reason to care, it's just what i do
once my work is done, i still can't slack
wish i could, but no time to sit back.
I gotta get goin, and keep the lie alive
now i drive, so at work i can arrive

ask the boss how it goes,
a look at my eyes, it's like he knows
he replies quickly, his kids are sickly
act like i care, but still leave swiftly
i'm tired of these lies, i'm tired of this life
with hobbies like mine, i can't take a wife
cuz in due time, i'd leave horrid stryfe
i am who i am, from my head to my stem
so no apologies, just anger towards them

movin on, i creep back to the house
with a blunt in my mouth,
i work hard all day, in the damn dirty south
now i chill, but just for a second
because back at the house, my plants beckon