Keepit Chill
Bluelighter
INTRO
Okay, you got past the title. I am going to tell a tale of one of the horrible clichés we all have heard over and over. If you haven’t heard it recently, I’m sure this will jog your memory. “Dudeeee what if I just like… Ran away to the woods... And grew my own weed!” WHOA THAT’S SUCH A GOOD IDEA DUDE!! Okay so maybe it’s not... Usually when that type of thing is said it is encouraged by the amazement of people who are fried out of their minds on whatever marijuana led them and their silly little friend to believe that his idea was so unique. I am going to capitalize on this awful scenario usually thought of by simple minded people who believe that smoking weed is the only thing in life worth doing. I am going to just develop upon a world where the only elements of life are an unlimited supply of cannabis and the surrounding plant and animal life. Now that I have shown you the direction I plan to go in, it’s time to fly into the world of a person who honestly believes his calling in life is to smoke as much marijuana as possible and become an expert of nature and survival.
I started this journey on a simple day, and for a simple reason. I love to smoke weed and I am interested in really becoming one in body and mind, with nature and the surrounding environment. For these reasons, I will be journaling every single day to review my progress and changes throughout my journey. I believe I can become perfectly happy and content with a life of nature and marijuana. I have prepared for this for a while now. If I am going to do something, do it right. That is just the way I work. I have already planted a garden of marijuana plants and waiting until the prime buds were coming in for picking. I specifically used seeds I have gotten with the best weed throughout my life. Everytime I would smoke an amazing strain of weed, I would put the seeds I received from it in a special box. I found a deserted forest area where I could do such things and not be messed with by the laws of society. I am going to be completely alone. I have only stored matches and lighters and joint/blunt papers and of course, my bong named Cannabis Delight. That is the only other name that will be mentioned in my story. I am going to be nameless for the time being , because I like to keep people guessing. Enjoy the analazations you are forced to make to uncover the truth behind my words.
(Give any advice or comments please, they will be appreciated. Thank you for reading!)
Okay, you got past the title. I am going to tell a tale of one of the horrible clichés we all have heard over and over. If you haven’t heard it recently, I’m sure this will jog your memory. “Dudeeee what if I just like… Ran away to the woods... And grew my own weed!” WHOA THAT’S SUCH A GOOD IDEA DUDE!! Okay so maybe it’s not... Usually when that type of thing is said it is encouraged by the amazement of people who are fried out of their minds on whatever marijuana led them and their silly little friend to believe that his idea was so unique. I am going to capitalize on this awful scenario usually thought of by simple minded people who believe that smoking weed is the only thing in life worth doing. I am going to just develop upon a world where the only elements of life are an unlimited supply of cannabis and the surrounding plant and animal life. Now that I have shown you the direction I plan to go in, it’s time to fly into the world of a person who honestly believes his calling in life is to smoke as much marijuana as possible and become an expert of nature and survival.
I started this journey on a simple day, and for a simple reason. I love to smoke weed and I am interested in really becoming one in body and mind, with nature and the surrounding environment. For these reasons, I will be journaling every single day to review my progress and changes throughout my journey. I believe I can become perfectly happy and content with a life of nature and marijuana. I have prepared for this for a while now. If I am going to do something, do it right. That is just the way I work. I have already planted a garden of marijuana plants and waiting until the prime buds were coming in for picking. I specifically used seeds I have gotten with the best weed throughout my life. Everytime I would smoke an amazing strain of weed, I would put the seeds I received from it in a special box. I found a deserted forest area where I could do such things and not be messed with by the laws of society. I am going to be completely alone. I have only stored matches and lighters and joint/blunt papers and of course, my bong named Cannabis Delight. That is the only other name that will be mentioned in my story. I am going to be nameless for the time being , because I like to keep people guessing. Enjoy the analazations you are forced to make to uncover the truth behind my words.
(Give any advice or comments please, they will be appreciated. Thank you for reading!)
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