Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
3 comments:
i thought we were supposed to speak gently and lovingly to our plant relatives.....
There's nothing as beautiful as the gentle sounds of the forrest. And a Husqvarna chainsaw ripping into a 100 year old Redwood.
Holy Crap, i can't believe i watched that....FFS just say no to drugs you greentard morons.
A Redwood...pppfffttt....c'mon IT, try an old growth eucalypt, that is the smell of victory.
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