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[Keef]

The thing I have right now that excites me most is Umbra's B.B. King crossed on Bohdi's Tranquil Elephantizer! -- This gonna be hard to beat !-- I got plenty fine stuff !-- I just have to chase varieties sometimes !-- Umbra is an enabler !--

 

[Keef]

I feel the need to testify !-- That Nurse Larry Rose bred is top shelf !-- Fine-Fine Weed !

 

[Keef]

I know she don't look like much right now but this is the girl responsible for all my grow stuff !--- That right there is a 3 year old White Widow! -- She turned 3 in August !-- I got other clones !-- She fine !-- I got no reason to let her go !

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[Kraven]

Just couldn't seem to make it out of the house, tossed my gear back up...headed to bed...maybe tomorrow will be another day.....

 

[Budlight]

The thing I have right now that excites me most is Umbra's B.B. King crossed on Bohdi's Tranquil Elephantizer! -- This gonna be hard to beat !-- I got plenty fine stuff !-- I just have to chase varieties sometimes !-- Umbra is an enabler !--

Can't wait till I can say the same as you Keef so far I'm having no luck nothing but boys :watchplant:

 

[Rosebud]

Kraven just wanted you to know that a lot has triggered this feeling of loss. The first three years during a holiday is especially hard when you have lost your mother. She wouldn't want you to feel sad. But like the nice words Keef posted, you do need to grieve. Please know you are loved and we thank you for protecting us. Really. really.

 

[Keef]

Bud I'm getting gun shy !-- I've had a run on girls lately when sexing !-- I know there's a run of boys coming !
Makes me afraid to sex anything !--

 

[Keef]

Rose once I lost my way !-- The Runes Stones is one of the tools helped me find my way back !

 

[Keef]

Rose can I do one more ?- It caught my eye earlier !-- Very powerful Rune !

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[WeedHopper]

Keef,,i take it,,you figured out how to post pics,,,LOL

 

[Kraven]

Rose , Keef and 13...thank you all. I should not have dropped my problem like a bomb on the thread and I'm really sorry keef. I'll get this dealt with...one way or another (had the wife lock up my weps for a few days till this passes....knew I was on shaky ground when I even considered one to the temple to end the pain). Just unnerves me when I just cant seem to keep myself together....sleep was a no go, so now I just wait...wait till this passes or I figure out why I can't seem to manage myself properly. Rose your right, I miss Mom more than anything right now, she could just look at me and she would say the right things and no matter how ugly the world looked she was able to shed enough beauty on it that I knew deep in my heart all would be OK.....she is gone now, the world seems to be going to hell....well from my warped perception of reality....

 

[Kraven]

Merry Christmas, My Friend

By James M. Schmidt, a Marine Lance Corporal
stationed in Washington, D.C., in 1986

​

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.

I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
​

 

[Keef]

Yep !--I do it too much ? -- I was gonna go do something but took a toke instead and forgot !-- Maybe I should cut back on the weed ? --- Nope !-- Have to find another way !-- D.D
say smoking weed hurt her lungs !-- I better just obsorb everything I need to know about this Rosin and getting it into a cartridge !--

 

[Keef]

Kraven U had any edibles today ? -- Make it so !-- Big dose !

 

[Kraven]

Merry Christmas, My Friend

By James M. Schmidt, a Marine Lance Corporal
stationed in Washington, D.C., in 1986

​

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.

I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.
​

 

[Keef]

U got to quit thinking of edibles as recreational! -- U need to be taking 2-3 doses every friggin day !-- A dose up can feel but still function !-- The right dose will slow U down some !-- I need to get after Cane too !-- Take your medicine Cane !--- I know what's happening when U go black for days at a time !-- This WILL help !

 

[Keef]

Pharmers that grow the best medicine in the world and don't take it regularly ? -- I'm the crazy one ?- Unless U ain't got enough yet U should be on an edible or caps !-- Every day !-- Pot farmers is crazy !
Make me go off !-- I need some caps !- Dammit where's my pipe!

 

[Kraven]

No edibles, out of hash atm. Great minds think alike though....wait I found a 2g hash puck.....hell I have not even smoked yet today....was sorta waiting to see if this mood would shift on its own....really don't just wanna cover it with THC...need to find whats eating me first....or try....hopefully. Wife getting worried, asked me if I wanted to take my special pills and go sit under my lights.....told her NO...light therapy and them damn amitriptyline...takes me three weeks of agony to titrate off and start sleeping again....now it fosure fixes my problem...but it was replaced by cannabis and I have not taken it in over a year now...and really just dont want to start taking it again...and in the wisdom of the VA..... my psychiatrist left, so they will be issuing me another in 2 months, I have to go in next week and talk to the MH pharmacist so they can extend my scripts till I get an appointment...I don't know who I will see and that's a big... a really big thing to me. Trust is a big issue with me. Period.

 

[Keef]

Got high and fell off my soap box !- What was I preaching about ? -I do that U know ? - I make my caps outta decarbed trim Kraven !-- Unless I want to get very high ! - I find it easier to control dosage with caps !-- RSO dose the size of a grain of rice ? -- Sometimes it's a big grain sometimes smaller !-- I do better with caps !-- U ain't gonna cover it up with THC Kraven !-- This is PTSD medicine it allows U to deal with the demons on your own terms !-- Yeah I know about the demons !-- THC / CBDs is a weapon it'll help put them back on a leash !

 

[DirtyDiana]

Kraven, I feel your pain coming thru in the words you write. In the simplest form, it's called depression & it has no rhyme or reason only overwhelming sadness. Many times it seems that surely death is the better alternative. I think that you must express these feelings or that they will rob you of peace & happiness. So, put it out there whenever you need to for sanity's sake.

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