Hello growers. I am a seed and my cultivator calls me Suki. He and I have met with the High Grand Council and were granted exclusive special permissions to share my secret journal’s contents. His pitch was, “Trust me, NO ONE will believe I have two talking seeds!”. That was when they gathered together, discussed the ramifications.. and eventually decided to grant us our outlandish request!
So…
over the next few weeks, I will share my story; and Blue will share hers.
My cultivator had a few goals which I am proud to say he was successful in overall execution. There were some moments i was uncertain he was the right cultivator for me, but what can I say beginners luck still counts as credit.
The second half of this journal I will toss over to my sister from a different poly-mister (or a potential fuck-ton of poly-mommies) Blue “The Bahamut”.
”Hi!, He calls me Blue when he is not calling me Bahamut. We will catch up later on in the grow…”
Oh! where are my manners?!? Bring your attention to the far left where you will find the restrooms - and to tour right next to the refreshments and snacks is a large block of salt (in the shape if an 8 foot tall indica leaf). There is a pick and even a grinder in case you may want just a few grains over the shoulder rather than a full on chunk or a lick.
Busty will get her own story - in the photo journal - Haha yeah that story is a good one. And if you didnt catch on in the title with three names…Ole Busty boo is a photo.
Anyhow, coming up in the next entry is my story of what I remembered from what he called the germination stage.
- Next page: The Germination station.
