Read not weed.
comes in green and dark green I think it comes in all sort of colors,
could make you mean, or mellow, its nowhere around you so you have to find it,
girls like it ,and like to have it , guys fight and try to have all of it,
all people colors wonder and ponder about it,
is it slow and hopefully accessible,
are you happy are you sad, are you high?.
love you, hate you, sing about you, fell weak in front of you,
I hate the thought been associated with it, since ever I’ve been here,
I hate the way to roam invade my air in my room,
In their room in their air, I hate it and, he ate it
who planted it, who put it around, it makes them feel special, sacred, paranoid
it makes them think happy, it makes them think free, “free minded”
It makes slaves, if a bond exist, between plant and animal its always been for food, never for bullshit.
it is false happiness it is false vegetable ,hate it .
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For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the New speak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible.
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