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Three Grandmas Smoke Weed For The First Time And It’s Hilarious

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Three Grandmas Smoke Weed For The First Time And It’s Hilarious

Three Grandmas Smoke Weed For The First Time And It’s Hilarious

If you’ve ever wondered what 3 grandmas high on weed might look like, look no further! Paula, Dorothea and Deirdre had never tried weed before, but the Cut Video Youtube channel gathered them together in Washington state, where recreational marijuana use…

“EVERYTHING TO EXCESS, NOTHING FOR SUCCESS” POEM BY ANA CHRISTY (HOBO HIPPIE!)

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I  used to work under
the guise

of cocaine vodka and speed

the words came out like

a spicket spilling words

Into notebooks filled

With rant and sticky

shot glasses residue

like crop circles

They came and went

But were always there

In some nook or corner

easy to reach at a moments

Notice

and i miss those great days

that were part of my world

With you my mentor sitting

Across the old  kitchen table

Butts accumulating in

The old blue ashtray

Your rugged face in

Haze of smoke

“everything to excess.

Nothing for success”

-you laughed when i

Repeated our funny mantra

it suited me then just fine

Life was intense like a

Double edged sword

when the words come to me

now they come more naturally

especially when i smoke weed

or drink some sort of libation

once when younger I

used to write with no sort of

enhancement just Dylan, incense
And a pot of tea
and that was good too-
sorta

when inspiration comes now

it’s like an avalanche tumbling

toward me-if i am not ready

i can get lost in it forever

those are the good days and

there are many of them and

the best days are when my words

are published and i feel real

good

an another successful

poem or a page for my

latest book

i am happy no matter

which way they come

then there are the bad days

That came after my overdose

and coma

My damaged brain spit out amnesia-tic

shit

Have to decipher the good from

The bad the spelling the grammar

The stumbling bumbling mishmash

Clutching my head in desperation

“You can do it” he said “just carry

On as if it never happened

you have it, you just have to find it”

and I would cry for my loss of

Words

wanting to stamp my feet and shake

My head till the letters and words

Came out on the right order.

goodness can come from chaos

sometimes i write words

and discard them

I  write

better under the influence

than without

as long as i have a connection

I’ll be just fine.

Just you are no longer there. Ana christy

IMAGINE RUNNING OR RIDING SWEATY,NAKED IN A FIELD OF WILD MARIJUANA

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Imagine running or riding sweaty, naked in a field of wild marijuana: That’s how they harvest the good stuff

2013 NOVEMBER 29
by Worldwide Hippies

Picture-810Merkhat Sharipzhanov/ www.rferl.org, –– Kyrgyz officials announced on August 29 that 4.5 tons of marijuana had been confiscated from illegal drug traffickers in the last seven days. It was specifically mentioned that the majority of the marijuana was confiscated in Kyrgyzstan’s northern Chui Valley (known as the Chu Valley in Kazakh).

Shared between southern Kazakhstan and northern Kyrgyzstan, the Chu Valley has been one of the most infamous sources of marijuana in the former Soviet Union for as long as anyone can remember.

The Chu Valley’s wild marijuana — well known among drug users in the former Soviet republics as “dichka” — was always of the “highest quality.”

It was prized throughout the vast territory of the Soviet empire, which stretched from Brest (Belarus) to Vladivostok (Russian Far East) and from the Russian town of Salekhard in the north to the Turkmen city of Kushka in the south.

The Soviets did a lot to eliminate wild “dichka” plantations in the region. They burned the fields, used all possible and impossible pesticides, but it grew even better after all those measures.

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Chu’s “dichka” continues to be in demand on both the territory of the former Soviet Union and beyond.

August is the month for marijuana harvesting in the region, as that is when the marijuana starts producing the resin that has such a narcotic effect on the human brain.

For mass producers of marijuana, the easiest way to process the drug is to cut the buds in August, dry them, and then sell them as “grass.”

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Sweating To Make Hash However, the most concentrated and popular form of marijuana is so-called “plastilin” (plasticine), and the way it is harvested and produced has not changed for centuries.

It begins with a freshly showered person riding naked for hours on a clean, washed horse inside a two-meter-high “forest” of marijuana.

Afterwards, the human body and that of the horse are covered with a thick layer of resin mixed with sweat.

(It only takes a few tiny pieces of “plastilin” to get high.)

This produces a substance that is usually dark brown in color, which is then thoroughly scraped off the human and horse’s bodies.

The mixture is subsequently pressed, molded into bars, and dried.

The “plastilin” that results from this process effectively comprises very concentrated marijuana bars.

A couple of small, pinhead-sized pieces from one of these bars added to a regular cigarette is enough to make the smoker happy.

This sort of marijuana is also very easy to carry or stash and is therefore very popular among drug users.

But it is a lot harder to produce this form of the drug because you need more time to make it.

Imagine 10, 20, or 30 individuals running or riding naked in a field of wild marijuana. It goes without saying that they are more exposed and it is easier to catch them. Nonetheless, people do it and they have been doing it since time immemorial.

And, of course, in Central Asia, there are people who can easily make local law enforcement officials “keep their eyes shut” during the harvest season, sharing with them either “plastilin” or the money earned from its sale.

For former Soviet citizens, it calls to mind a famous quote from the popular communist-era film “The White Sun of the Desert”: “The east is a strange place, Pete!” (“Vostok — delo tonkoe, Petrukha!”).

– Merkhat Sharipzhanov

Copyright (c) 2013. RFE/RL, Inc. Reprinted WWH/CJE with the permission of Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty, 1201 Connecticut Ave NW, Ste 400, Washington DC 20036.