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I'd like a pack of thirty seeds.

Please PM me the  information.

-kessie

Pharmer, i would like a copy of The art of dreaming, and the teachings of don juan. I will pm you.

thanks
kessie

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A better story for you (written on the bus).

There once was a man unlike any other. His name was Royal. He lived very far away from other people; this seclusion he said helped him grow his perfect strawberries. He was the only person in the whole world that knew how to grow strawberries, and so by default they were perfect. He was also very old, and had been alive as long as anyone could remember. He had a huge plot of land, and all he grew on it was strawberries. When they were ripe, people would travel impossibly far distances to obtain them. Sometimes people would begin traveling six months in advance, so as to ensure a place in the line. He allowed one small basket per person. He was unswayed by tears, pleadings, and anything of the sort. He served them on a first come first serve basis. He found that this system worked, and stuck with it. He did not much care for people only strawberries.

Some thought that he must be very lonely, they were wrong of course. The reason that he was the only person, who knew how to grow strawberries, was because he had an extra ear, just inside his regular ears, so small, it was almost imperceptible. What he heard in this inner was the strawberries speaking to him in their sweet and melodic language. Since he had been alive as long as anyone could remember, it is impossible to recount the story of the first strawberry if such a thing ever existed. So he was not lonely, he felt overwhelmed by the voices all around him. The only time he ever got aay peace was in the winter, when the frost had silenced his beloved berries. He was always happy for the first few days of this, but soon he began to pine for their plaintive voices and melodic chatter. But he was never disconcerted, for he knew without fail that they would begin to whisper in his ear soon enough.

The day that everything changed was like any other day in his life, until of course the thing happened. The sun rose and he with it, together they gazed over the ripening berries. At midday, the most primal time of day, the thing happened. He was tending to two rather plump berries and was so engrossed in their mindless chatter, that he without noticing he crushed three perfect baby berries. He saw their unripened blood oozing from them and his heart broke. In all the time that he had tended to the berries he had never allowed one to be trodden or over ripened, they were so loved. He stared and stared at the squashed berries. He knew then that he was unfit to tend to any of the other berries for he had failed his duty to those three. How could he in good conscious go on to care for them, when the same carelessness which had killed their brethren might fall on them. With a heavy head and heart, he packed up his belongings and left that place. He set off towards the east; no one knows what became of him.

At the time when the berries ought to have been ready for distribution, the line which began weeks in advance of the actual date had already formed. The people waited and waited. The time came and passed and still they waited until one day the people simply walked up unto his property to find out where their strawberries were. When they reached the crest of the hill and looked down unto the fields a terrible sight met their eyes. Everywhere where berries, rotting, unpicked, laden with terrible looking bugs. The people ran away in fear. Many people still would go and line up waiting in the usual place waiting for Royal and his berries to return. Some gave up hope almost immediately; it will take years of disappointment to beat the hope out of some. Either way there are no more strawberries anymore.

Tom & Jeremy

Tom knew exactly when eveything had started to go wrong. It was when he had lost track of his friend. Jeremy was his party-boyfriend and most trusted ally. He missed him desperatly. The two men had ingested some datura seeds, and while things had been unpleasant, they had been manageable. They had been in Tom's apartment initially, and after four or five hours they had felt that they were in control enough to go outside for the remainder of there trip. Inside the apartment they felt like they were in a dream world. They had been in the park when it happened, upon his return from urinating Tom had been unable to locate Jeremy anywhere. He became very scared. That was when he saw the gray men in the shadows, he could see their mouths opening and closing, but could not hear what they were saying. Looking at them gave him the worst feeling he had ever had in his life. He knew thoses creatures were dedicated to pain and torment, and they would kill him if they could. He turned then and ran out of the park, he needed to find somewhere in the light with lots of other people around. They wouldn't be able to hurt him then.
When the burden of thirst became too much, he stopped running and found himself on a street. He looked behind him, he was safe the gray men could not be seen. He breathed easy for a moment, then he caught the eye of a woman walking down the street. His heart skipped a beat. Where her eyes should have been were black holes, and then terror filled him. She looked directly at him, and the blackness of her eyes spoke to him of unending pain, and loneliness. He broke her gaze and looked around the street, the eyes of everyone he saw were the same, blank hateful orifices. He knew then that he would die, they could be no escaping them; they were everywhere, in everything.
He put his hands in his pockets, and with his head down kept walking. Very carefully, still keeping his head down he kept his eye on the passing doorways. The idea of finding somewhere safe consumed him. The door of an apartment building opened and a tall man exited carrying a naked and bloody body, he was followed by a screaming woman. Tom ran up the steps and throught the door. The putrid smell inside the building was too much, Tom threw-up on the foyer floor. He stood breathing deeply for a moment than ran up the stairs, several flights up, he stopped to catch his breath. He looked down the stairs there appeared to be no one following him. He continued up the stairs, this inbetween place was not safe, someone could come out at any time and find him. At the top of the stairs he found a door that opened unto the roof.
Carefully he ascertained that no one else was on the roof. He went outside and sank down under a chimney. Tears overcame him, he wanted his friend. If he had been with Jeremy things would have been ok. They could have kept each other safe. He couldn't stop sobbing, being consumed with the fear he would never again feel safe or happy, or see anyone he loved again. He lay prostrate on the ground for a long time. It is possible he slept, when his eyes were able to properly focus on what was before him, the sun was setting and he was ice cold.
Stumbling to his feet, he became aware of a noise similar to many people whispering quietly to one another in a large room. He looked behind him, and saw the gray men there. They were coming for him, this was the end. He ran to the edge of the roof and threw himself over.









*this is fiction, as if it wasn't obvious*