- Philanthropy from a true Canadian, a man with a passion and purpose who was gifted with a blessing his blessing is want to share
- Committed women ensuring that women, men, sick or in good health, are able to find some value, relief and joy in a natural plant
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- From the harsh reality of lifetime sentences because of green weed and skin tones, to the modern day acceptance of the use of, propogation of said use and the bullshit that surrounds it.
- The assetized right to do right, for a just cause, a choice, like enlightenment, is universal. Warning is not an asset, it is an act.
It is with a high note that I begin this small post, late at night – the early hours of April 20, 2013. Four, twenty, firing at the pieces of shard that lay before me because there is want for nothing but this. The desire to express the deep timeline that lays in those three stories, and how the events of a tale from the lips of a context brings more than just the smirk.
It brings a relevance to each of us, that no one has yet to be able to discover without first doing so themselves.
The discovery has not been as pleasant as one may be lead to believe.
There are many shadows and thoughts that come out, and are clear indicators of the way we lived out lives and I will not be one to traverse the same escapes of iron that have been pressed by the heated blow hards and the passionate metal that strikes the anvil firm.
Yes, the regrets have been there. I will not bow to a mentor and discount their mention, to do so would be another pitch on that mound that would take you closer to the end of the game. To the passing of the time that would cause you to write with such angst, and passion that you just never want to stop.
The tale is to important to tell.
I have lived it.
Listening to Gus, I can relate.
The grass is orange.