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we're not smoking it, we're just selling it. your mother reacted different than mine. i'm not sorry that the sell and smoke days were so short. it ain't really an easy way to make money. it's a job. you gotta be there at the pinball place, having it known that you've joints and small bags. rolling that quarter pound of mexican home grown with not one fuckin' bud, into big mother ass joints for a dollar. that weekend no one had nothing and even after explaining over and over that it was no real head gear. and they smoke it gone.

can't do that at my age in a foreign country. paranoia is a condition one should avoid even if it means succumbing to laws one doesn't agree with. fuckin' paper and cotton industries made that law. pricks. the murdering slave drivers.

oil companies have been selling us new images. the last one i saw was a white rabbit on white snow with an oil refinery plastered in the background. what the hell do they want us to believe. oil companies like bunnies. but don't mind invading countries with the usarmy as security. paid by tax dollars. or not at all.

in south america, many of the amerindians had esso t-shirts on. when they took manhattan, it was with beads. now they hand out t-shirts made in china. destroy everything in their path to get the oil, or gold, or diamonds, or wood, or birds. an oil company is not nice because they say they are friends with a rabbit. i asked the rabbit. the rabbit told me the drinking water had 600 different toxins.

so mit. how do we turn things around.

the rabbit says criminalize oil, cotton, pulp 'n' paper. and grow fields and fields of thc rich grass.

there are some humans acting like little spoiled brats. we got world power and we wanna keep it.

no. you fucked up. go play on the highway.

what is real disturbing is they know it. they know they fucked up and their gonna blame it on anyone.

there is no god chosen race. gods ain't childish like silly humans. we are all on one space ship. a natural one. very good for developin' idiots into intelligence. before the computers beat us.

remember, moderation is the key to long term indulgence.

take it however you can get it.

glad we smoked a few together.


brother john rah