Fear finds its fortune in ignorance, cashes in on hate – set the dial to love weed through propaganda, decode the depraved, aim to rise above education and openness, mechanisms leading to a lasting treasure. (Image from personal collection.)
I am Earth Giver of life aligned with elements both protect and ravage all bear scars this is the process I am Mother womb and tomb be thankful. (Tuesdays, I borrow a poem from my Twitter account @Vjknutson. Photo from personal collection.)
Flagrant this disregard, this blatant indifference I have come before you broken and desperate and been received with loving compassion, openness. “It was not I who abandoned you” – the words still echo in my heart. In shame, I hang head, vow to prepare my spiritual bowl to resurrect a prayerful practice to know once […]
Ha ha…good one!
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Thanks, lol.
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Great opportunity to quit!
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Hmmm…wonder how many sailors smoke? My dad was a sailor and he smoked like a chimney, so that’s my association.
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That’s pretty funny. I’m sure they must smoke somewhere on board.
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I’m sure they’re not jumping in with the sharks for a light up, lol.
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🙂
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So then they aren’t allowed to smoke? 😂😂🤣 Love it!
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No idea – but can’t imagine it.
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Good question!
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Lol.
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