Indoor Mutation in a closet

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She’s a nice bush, I might have to buy some batteries for my digi.. I have not weighed anything in years

 

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[Bigg Al]

Looking good there bud!

 

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Mutant seems slow, big but slow.. Not so much frost or any pretty sparkly stuff going on.. Maybe 2/3 weeks still

 

[MickJ]

Still packing on weight

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Mutant seems slow, big but slow.. Not so much frost or any pretty sparkly stuff going on.. Maybe 2/3 weeks still

Sent from my comfy chair.

 

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Yep she’s a keeper, she might be a little freakish, with a few extra appendages on her lower half.. Also a bit slow and chunky around the mid section.. And I do keep her slightly tied up in a dark room.. But I’m here confessing my love for this freak.. When away I think of her, about how moist her top soil is.. Or if maybe all the fluids I made her consume last nite might have adverse affects on her this morning? All day I picture her and the future day seemingly so far away when I will bring her to my lips.. So for all to see here, and hear here, I boldly state.. I love my mutant in the closet.. One day too soon, she will have to come out of her dark hole and I will have to do the unthinkable.. But until that fateful day we are in love.. So what she is a generic reject and can’t speak and also drools fluid all over the floor daily.. But I know somewhere deep down inside.. She knows we share the same feelings and one day we will be connected in more ways inside and out bringing much love and peace to each other.. At least till the next grow anyways or until she’s nothing but dust in the wind

 

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Few more reeferviews

Twas the Night before Kushmas, when all thro’ the pad,
Not a creature was stirring, because of those dabs;

The Stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In Hopes that Ganja Clause would soon be there;

The stoners were nestled all snug in their beds
While hazy visions of fat sacks, danc’d in their heads

Mama had kief, and I had my pipe
We’d settled our brains as we smoked all night

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed and grabbed all my shatter

Away to the window, I flew like the Flash
Tore open the shutters, and grabbed a hold of my stash

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Made it look trippy, as I hit my Hydro

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lowrider sleigh, and eight tiny straindeer

With a jolly old driver, so lively and large
Holy shit, is that Ganja Clause?

More rapid than eagles his courses they came
And he whistled, shouted and call’d them by name:

“NOW! HASHER, now! Hasher, Now! Dabber and Splifsen,
“On! Bonget, on! Bonget, on! Blunter and Ripsen;

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now hash away! Hash away! Hash away all!

As dry buds before the wild hurricane fly,
When they met with an obstacle, mounted so high

So up to the house-top the straindeers they flew
With a sleigh full of sacks, and Ganja Clause too:

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof of my pad
The bubbling and coughing, the hitting of killer dabs

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Ganja Clause came with a bound

He was dress’d in hemp clothing, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot

A bundle of nugs was flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler, selling fat sacks

His eyes – How they hazed! His smile was alright
He stopped real quick to spark up his pipe

His droll little mouth was dryer than hell
And the beard of his chin, had a particular smell

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath

He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old joker
And I laughed when I saw him, we’re both fucking tokers!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon made me realize, there was nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duties
and filled all the stockings with a shit load of doobies

And laying his finger on the side of his pipe
He took a monster hit, and disappeared into the night

He sprung to his ride, to his team he did yell
And away they all flew, leaving that ganja smell

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight;
“Hempy Kushmas to all, and enjoy all the stoner’s delight!

 

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So two days from now will be 10 weeks.. Her water uptake has slowed, her trich density has increased.. 70/30 clear cloudy,,.. She is in her death throws now.. We have turned the corner and the inevitability of what to come is staring us in the face.. All the signs point to a rapidly declining state of health.. She has not gained much more mass in the last few days.. She topped out about a week ago.. Have taken the steps to shorten her light period by 30 mins and will do so again in a few days.. She is only taken florakleen since Saturday.. Preparations are being made for final visitations and after life care..

 

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She is so strange, I’ve had pretty good self control on this one.. usually I’m fingering the girls all up.. So finally grabbed a nice handful of bud and gave a squeeze.. She is very fluffy and not so compact like the other non mutant pheno og lemon haze I’ve grown out.. Some other of this same strain I pulled way before 10 weeks.. She is still about half and half clear cloudy no ambers.. But almost at 2/3rds red pistols.. Frost is starting to be shiny and glistening like I’m used too on this strain but so slow for her.. My mutant might be slow and fluffy but her aroma is like a skunk showered in pine-sol

 

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