What inspired your screen name?
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greenthumb801
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Mine was inspired by the fact that I just ventured into growing ND love in the area code of 801. Plus it has a nice roll off the tongue and rhymes 
greenswag
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Same reason as kinetic, made greenswag and immediately after, like after hitting submit, I realized how douchey retarded it was and now I hope people read it as "Greens wag". Kind of like that damn petsmart sign, I never remember if it's PETS-MART or PET-SMART, so when I talk to people about it I just say it really fast and kind of smash it together to avoid the whole situation lol
B166ER420
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Besides it makes you giggle just saying giggle......giggle is one of those funny words
B166ER420
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Besides it makes you giggle just saying giggle......giggle is one of those funny words
The old double post.....fucking touchscreen bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blue Wizard
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giggles26
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Haha ya it does bro. That's why I'm Mr. GigglesBesides it makes you giggle just saying giggle......giggle is one of those funny words
The old double post.....fucking touchscreen bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Granny weed
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I'm a granny(but a glamorous one) and weed is my medicine.
IndicannaJonez
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First post, although I've been lurking about and reading up on here for some time. I think my name is pretty self-explanatory ; ) And like that guy in the movie, I'm looking for the holy grail of strains.
pics?..........
BleedsGreen
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I am a pothead who grew up in South Jersey as an Eagles phan. BleedsGreen just seemed to fit!
MojoRison
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No but if you were to recite it.....that would be coolClear water like the salt of childhood tears, the assault on the sun by the whiteness of women's bodies.
Do I really have to type this all?
giggles26
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haha god I don't feel like typing out 5 verses....No but if you were to recite it.....that would be cool
giggles26
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Clear water like the salt of childhood tears,
the assault on the sun by the whiteness of women’s bodies
the silk of banners, in masses and of pure lilies,
under the walls a maid once defended
the play of angels no,the golden current on its way,
moves its arms, black, and heavy, and above all cool, with grass. She
dark, before the blue Sky as a canopy, calls up
for curtains the shadow of the hill and the arch.
II
Ah! the wet surface extends its clear broth
The water fills the prepared beds with pale bottomless gold.
The green faded dresses of girls
make willows, out of which hop unbridled birds.
Purer than a louis, a yellow and warm eyelid
the marsh marigold your conjugal faith o Spouse!
at prompt noon, from its dim mirror, vies
with the dear rose Sphere in the sky grey with heat.
III
Madame stands too straight in the field
nearby where the filaments from the work snow down; the parasol
in her fingers; stepping on the white flower, too proud for her
children reading in the flowering grass
their book of red morocco! Alas, He like
a thousand white angels separating on the road
goes off beyond the mountain! She all
cold and dark runs! after the departing man!
IV
Longings for the thick young arms of pure grass!
Gold of April moons in the heart of the holy bed Joy
of abandoned boatyards a prey
to August nights which made rotting things germinate.
Let her weep now under the ramparts! the breath
of the poplars above is the only breeze.
After, there is the surface, without reflection, without springs, gray:
an old man, dredger, in his motionless boat, labors.
V
Toy of this sad eye of water, I cannot pluck,
o! motionless boat! arms too short, neither this
nor the other flower neither the yellow one which bothers me,
there; nor the friendly blue one in the ash-colored water.
Ah! dust of the willows shaken by a wing!
The roses of the reeds devoured long ago!
My boat still stationary and its chain caught
in the bottom of this rimless eye of water in what mud?
the assault on the sun by the whiteness of women’s bodies
the silk of banners, in masses and of pure lilies,
under the walls a maid once defended
the play of angels no,the golden current on its way,
moves its arms, black, and heavy, and above all cool, with grass. She
dark, before the blue Sky as a canopy, calls up
for curtains the shadow of the hill and the arch.
II
Ah! the wet surface extends its clear broth
The water fills the prepared beds with pale bottomless gold.
The green faded dresses of girls
make willows, out of which hop unbridled birds.
Purer than a louis, a yellow and warm eyelid
the marsh marigold your conjugal faith o Spouse!
at prompt noon, from its dim mirror, vies
with the dear rose Sphere in the sky grey with heat.
III
Madame stands too straight in the field
nearby where the filaments from the work snow down; the parasol
in her fingers; stepping on the white flower, too proud for her
children reading in the flowering grass
their book of red morocco! Alas, He like
a thousand white angels separating on the road
goes off beyond the mountain! She all
cold and dark runs! after the departing man!
IV
Longings for the thick young arms of pure grass!
Gold of April moons in the heart of the holy bed Joy
of abandoned boatyards a prey
to August nights which made rotting things germinate.
Let her weep now under the ramparts! the breath
of the poplars above is the only breeze.
After, there is the surface, without reflection, without springs, gray:
an old man, dredger, in his motionless boat, labors.
V
Toy of this sad eye of water, I cannot pluck,
o! motionless boat! arms too short, neither this
nor the other flower neither the yellow one which bothers me,
there; nor the friendly blue one in the ash-colored water.
Ah! dust of the willows shaken by a wing!
The roses of the reeds devoured long ago!
My boat still stationary and its chain caught
in the bottom of this rimless eye of water in what mud?
No but if you were to form it into a Haiku.....that would be cool
fixed it for ya