This had nothing to do with smoking weed or getting high. This is about our earth. This is about our future. This is about the future of our race as humans.
I am all for hemp. Hemp is the cure for so many things wrong in this world. Hemp can make such a difference!
kitsunebaba, look what appeared on my dash :D
IT USES 5 TIMES LESS WATER THAN COTTON
AND PRODUCES LIKE 10 TIMES MORE
AND IT HAS TWO SEASONS IN ONE YEAR AND IT IS STRONGER
WHEN YOU MAKE IT INTO PAPER IT DOESN’T YELLOW
YOU CAN MAKE FREAKING CONCRETE OUT OF IT THAT GETS HARDER OVER TIME AND BREATHES SO IT DOESN’T CRACK
THE OIL IS SUPER GOOD FOR YOU
IT WAS THE ORIGINAL FUEL FOR CARS
YOU CANNOT GET HIGH FROM IT!!!!
THEY USED TO MAKE SAILS OUT OF IT
YOU CAN USE 80% OF IT FOR PAPER RATHER THEN 20-30% FOR TREES
IT WAS ONLY BOYCOTTED BECAUSE THE COTTON INDUSTRY WAS GOING DOWNHILL
Call me a hippie but some things need to be changed.
((AND HEY GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKERS!
HEMP IS WHAT THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDANCE WAS WRITTEN ON.))
(one of the major reasons it was outlawed had nothing to do with drugs! the papermills didn’t want competition!)
My stretchmarks were/are not this intense at all, but I totally agree :) I say they’re love marks, if you think they’re ugly, you must be extremely vain. So we can’t wear cut-off shirts or bikinis anymore… who cares?!? I certainly don’t! These love marks were a product of creating one, two, or even three (in my case) little perfect human beings and I really don’t mind them at all. If you have them and you focus and obsess over them, you’ll just make yourself miserable. Just accept them, and screw anyone who thinks they’re ugly.
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing, the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: “I want to hold your hand.
We call someone a ‘pussy’ for being weak, even though the vagina contains incredibly strong muscles capable of pushing out human beings that weigh over three kilograms (sometimes more). When someone does something brave, we say they have ‘balls’, even though the testicles don’t seem to do much except hang around, produce sperm and get squeezed out the side of briefs as a gross party trick.