

Hemp.Red lights on the back of the white midnight van. A three point turn out of the familiar car park, Rusty transit accelerates out of sight. One lone car follows far behind, Rounds corner and down a wooded road. After ten minute drive the van slows, It takes a turn up a narrow driveway. A minute later the car finds it, Dusty dirt track concealed behind a hedge. The black car drives part way up the track, Uniformed driver exits holding an evidence bag. He smelled burning, what was growing either side of him. Million dollar, five point leaves of lifetime conviction.Hemp.
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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Proud member of D/d.U.T.R.T.W.O.C.H.S.
(Designers/developers United To Rid The Web Of "Click Here" Syndrome)
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my graphic design account: [link]
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grafik tasarım adresim: [link]
DevArt is keeping me alive methinks.
Arghhhh...tis death I tell you.
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Forbidden to remember,
Terrified to Forget!
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'Im officially ofishial.'
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Forbidden to remember,
Terrified to Forget!
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Learn from my mistakes: never tapdance across the North Pole in a bikini.
You know you want to: [link]
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'Im officially ofishial.'
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche"
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