Hey Anons, I'm sitting here in the aether wondering why I'm so lonely?
GET ON THE POTS and join me. It's how we do things around here. Did you know that Pots were frowned upon until I started using them? Now, federally speaking, they will soon be legal in all 50 states. There is no downside to pot. If used correctly, most haven't a clue how to use it correctly, it will heal all ailments. NOT A SINGLE PERSON HAS DIED FROM A POTS OVERDOSE.
I've tried myself on several occasions to overdose on the pots. Consumed an ounce in one day via brownies. Pretty much sat there and had a conversation with my creator. Please, pour the booze down the drain, it's poison, meant to disconnect you from me. The pots however is like a facetime call to my noggin.
God's son is an American. God's son has been here watching the show for a very long time now. No one knew the hour, hell I still don't. Get on the pots, and you'll be given a box seat to biblical history. You will be here with Him when he is introduced to the world.
Find a nice sativa, perhaps a satty hybrid, and get your mind right so we can talk. Edibles seem to provide the clearest connections. Find a way to reach me on the pots.
Let's get biblical, biblical, I wanna get biblical, let's get into biblical, let me hear your bible talk, your bible talk. Na, just kidding. Read the Ethiopian (Eritrean) Book of Enoch. I have a wood bound lamb skin copy myself, they said it was 2000 years old, somehow it found its way back to my hands. Given to me on the streets of Eritrea, a young man said "sir, this is yours, I am returning it to you". Weird wacky shit man. Why was I even in Eritrea?
Get on the POTS.