in loving Memory of Saint Cannabis, The Hemperor, Jack Herer.

1. in loving Memory of Saint Cannabis, The Hemperor, Jack Herer.less than 10 seconds ago via web
   
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   so as this moment winds down, the end of twilight on this town, when you're not around, i will still bring you down. ("letter to babylon")2 minutes ago via web
   
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   and on they talking, like when wood you chopping, and don't realize how long you done, screwed around.3 minutes ago via web
   
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   beaches is sick. 'cause dead dinosaur piss got they coasts thick, with land rover dust come safari all of us4 minutes ago via web
   
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   unlikely still, the moon ever shine near your mill. yakking in all that punk, A'll chomp you chewey, like you Bahama conch.6 minutes ago via web
   
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   Am i the beach, whose waves you wont flooding your caves? there's a reason i ask, yah noe. want some better get to garden hoe.8 minutes ago via web
   
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   puff, puff, cough, cough, cough. (am on that CariBAMA™ Tea evicting demons. enter like to choke as if they don't know who a beam on!)13 minutes ago via web
   
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   puff, puff, cough, cough, cough. (am on that CariBAMA™ Tea evicting demons. enter like they choke me, like they don't know who a beam on!)14 minutes ago via web