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Blue Cheese always seems to reminds me of chicken wings and too many crazy things as a result of too many beers. The good thing here, is that this blue cheese herb has my nerves calm and my mind focused. The only side effect to report is that my eyes are a bit off focus. Off focus from the contaminated purposes of the eye.  I think its clear to see that this plant for me, has been a miracle to my PTSD.  My body can see what the eyes cant feel. This is not my imagination, its real, this plant did heal what the eye couldnt conceive as real. This plant was designed as a helper to the man. Take note the shape of a mans hand. Not the flesh, the unseen part of a mans hand. Could be the shape of the hand of a new man in a new world prepared for those who intellegently chose to ignore the eye and live by the spirit-that would be the only way for me to put into words for you and i to hear it. Blue Cheese, what else can I say?

 In a world where nothing is what it seems, Blue Dream, your beautiful frosted green tones and bright orange hairs send my troubles and cares to a place that was already there.  The feelings that I share and the smile that I wear are the only side effects that create my everywhere. Your main effect brings lifes tainted realities into perspective, no man can lie to me, for this system is corrupted with vanity as its objective.  Before I get off track let me get back to that place that time cannot erase, a place where the color blue smells just like you and my thoughts intermingle with the suns beaming haze.  Blue Dream, you always amaze me with your power to make me appreciate the value of my days as a simpe man doing the best he can to pass this pasage of time, removed forever, from this systems ugly face. Until we meet again, im going to enjoy you until my eyes turn a bit hazy, but dont worry, nothing crazy. And of course, thank you for not making me lazy.

Im looking at this Gorilla Glue #4 frosted in diamonds covered in a snowy grey hue. The high is so right that without resistance or fight, I forgot what I was doing. What I found was that not only could I decifer every little sound, but the profound breathe of your creamy overtones continue to linger in my mind. Hold up, that made me remember what I was doing. Silly me, im writing a poem.  The mystics of wisdom flow througn my mind without effort as if it were by design. I flow through this life without fight or resistance, the only thing I ask, is to try the existence of your #1,2, and 3.  I may certainty not be the only person looking to try the #1,2, and three but one thing is for certain this strain is definitely a cure to a man who is hurtin.