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I was recently on wikipedia reading about psychoactives as I do most all of the time when, whilst reading the post on peyote, I came across the below paragraph, its pretty cool stuff, too bad peyote is currently ILLEGAL, making further study highly restricted and regulated….

“Screening for antimicrobial activity of peyote extracts in various solvents showed positive microbial inhibition. The principal antibiotic agent, a water-soluble crystalline substance separated from an ethanol extract of the plant, was given the name peyocactin.[10] In the same study, mice were used for preliminary animal toxicity tests and protection studies to determine the degree of the inhibitory action of peyocactin against normally fatal infections with the bacterium Staphylococcus aureus. In every case, the mice that had been given a peyocactin extract survived, while those in the control group died within 60 hours after infection. Peyocactin proved effective against 18 strains of penicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus, several other bacteria, and a fungus.”

Hope you are all enjoying Christmas trees of more than one variety on this fine December day, and I hope that all your gifts were happily received by their recipients. If not, don’t forget the greatest gift of all. No, not love! (that’s the second greatest) I’m talking of course about drugs. I for one didn’t get any drugs for Christmas, and I was a bit disappointed about that. Anyway, on to business.

While doing some late gift shopping at the mall, I was drawn to the store that sold tea and only tea. We all know that all real stoners delight in tea, and being a real stoner, I delight in tea. After browsing and sampling their wares, I was shown to the pride and joy of this particular store, Monkey Picked Oolong. At $100 a pound, it is the second most expensive herbal supplement I’ve yet discovered. While I’m not sure about spending that much on tea (I would rather spend it on the FIRST most expensive herbal supplement I’ve yet discovered), I can say that it was very high quality and I can’t say that the price of the tea was all that outrageous. What made it so expensive was the way in which it was harvested, evident in the name of the brew: it is picked by monkeys. It could be picked by humans of course, but that just wouldn’t be nearly as cool! Apparently the best leaves are at the top of the tree, and since monkeys are damn good at climbing trees, the farmers trained them to climb to the top and pick the good stuff. Now this got me thinking. If a monkey can be trained to pick tea, or learn sign language, surely a monkey could be trained to smoke the ganja! It’s a much simpler activity than sign language, and much less physically strenuous than tree climbing. I’m not talking about hotboxing your car with your pet inside it. Of course you could get a monkey high in this fashion, much like I get my dog high on a regular basis. I’m talking about a monkey who can take a bowl, put his thumb on the carb, light the lighter and take a hit. My friends, it can be done. I refuse to die until I have blazed a phat sesh with a monkey. I send you all forth with a mission: find a chill ass chimp and smoke him down.

-The Senator

http://blog.norml.org/2009/12/22/where-is-americas-cannabis-capital/

The day that I can say to my Mac, “Yo, Mac, I need to download a whole lot of this music, RIGHT NOW, can you set that shit up for me?” and it says “Ok, coming right up!”, in the classic Macintosh computer voice, will be the day that Babylon and Drugs can be one in the same. But not until then.

-The Senator

Vapes are something that we haven’t discussed much on this here site. It is quite like dipping your brain in a vat of THC. Hitting the vape gets you very baked and is actually more healthy for you that not. After the vape is ‘cashed’, there is all the brown, toasted nugget left over. Crumpler the Volcano master plans to take all the weed thats left over, which is about twice as much in actual pot due to matching, and bake it into brownies. Essentially this weed is super-schwag, and it smells like burnt popcorn. We were discussing how the weed passes through the vape and goes from green, sticky, and dank, to burnt and nasty. As the ganja vapor passes through the super-crazy vape technology, all the THC burned, but nothing else is, so all you are hitting is THC and no other part of the plant. What the vape does…is catch the soul of the pot. It is a soulcatcher, and the weed it leaves behind really has no soul. It doesn’t bring people the high, it only brings cottonmouth and the munchies, and that makes the marijuana very sad and depressed. The herb’s essence has been stolen by the vape and delivered it to the lungs of onnnnnneeee haaaaaappppyyy stoner, man!!! In the end its a win-win situation, because the vaped weed is revjuvenated in the brownies and it is happy to deliver you a great body high. In the end what we learned from this is that marijuana indeed has a soul, and should be treated almost like a friend you hang out with. Take it grocery shopping, play frisbee with it, smoke weed with it. Actually you can go ahead and just vape, or smoke, it to your dome and enjoy that very dank and tasty shit. Go do it now. Its always 4:20 somewhere, and time is just an illusion anyway.

The Senator

Just recently, thanks to my new dealer, i managed to get my hands on a very beautiful pot know by the name of train wreck. 4 hits off of a pipe over the span of an hour and i was fried. This is some of the best pot i have ever smoked, it leaves AK-47 in the dust and outperforms cheese ten-fold. the effects are incredible! there is a very strong body high but not enough to leave you useless, it gives you a very euphoric feeling and makes ,me at least, fell very happy. the cerebral part of your high is also intense but once again not stong enough to leave you usless unless you smoke a ton, this fabulous herbage put me in the hole 60 an 8th but god is it worth evrery penny, if you seek a fabulous high that will knock you on your ass, look no farther because this pot is absolutely stupendous. enjoy!

~jhonny~

October 12, 2009 Whatever location I was in, there was a forest that my friends and I would go to where we would hang out frequently. Although it didn’t happen in the dream, I would imagine that a lot of weed smoking would have happened in that forest. Anyway, one day I came across a stash of various herbs, a mortar and pestle, and a number of books. I instantly knew that these were the tools that a Wiccan would utilize. It remained a mystery for some days while I searched for the owner of these goods. One day while exploring in the forest, we came across an old trailer. We looked inside and found more Wiccan paraphernalia, as well as its owner, as very unassuming white kid. We sat and talked with him for a while and he told us about his religion. Somewhere during this conversation I dropped my jacket on the floor. My awareness of witchcraft from the current discussion led me to believe that I could use magic to summon the coat back to my hand. As I attempted this, I realized that magic wouldn’t work, but lucidity would, and I was able to use the force to get my coat. This was a tremendous use of lucidity, and I even commented about it inside the dream, but I didn’t actually become entirely lucid, and it didn’t last long, just as times before.

October 13, 2009 Epic. The first thing I remember was hearing that there was a terrorist bombing in a town about an hour from me. I was very worried and disoriented by this, and I got a call from a friend of mine who screamed frantically “Help! We need to get this guy to a hospital!” I wasn’t really sure how to help her, so I hung up the phone. We proceeded to travel to ground zero to help out with the relief effort personally. When we arrived, we went to a large house where all the refugees had gathered. It had been partially destroyed, but was still intact for the most part. There were a number of people there that I knew, and eventually I forgot that I was in a bombed city. (Since I did, so did everyone else as well) The same house, with bomb damage and all, was the location of a large party. I went around and found some old friends and conversed with them. One of them was in a suit and informed me that he was actually the chancellor at my school, which was very strange, because I was reasonably sure he wasn’t, and also because hippies usually aren’t University chancellors. Anyhow, I was kickin’ it in the house and met a really cute girl who I was spitting game to. It wasn’t long before we were making out, and she was an absolutely terrible kisser. At about this time, everyone started freaking out because the CO Rockies were outside giving out free jerseys. Everyone made a mad dash to the front of the house and Rockies jerseys (that were hockey style jerseys for some reason) started pouring through the windows. I grabbed one and was very disappointed because it was black and not purple. I asked one of my friend to trade, and he was game, but we never actually traded. I put on my jersey, which turned out to be a Team Bob Marley jersey, which I thought was awesome. After this, we went out back and were just hanging around. There was a pen on the table and, semi-lucidly, I remembered my newly developed telekinesis skills from the night before to pick it up. I was easily able to focus my mind power to lift the pen from the desk multiple times, which I was very excited about. However, I was not able to lift anything heavier. It will come with practice.