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The last time he had consumed marijuana, he had continued to do so for the next ten days, forsaking work, settled as he was, sprawled across a comfortable couch, reading books and blogs, writing long letters to his beloved, in front of a smart television, that served as a twin interface for traditional television channels … Continue reading How Urban Marijuana Users Can’t Help But Consume
When Sins was five years old, he saw the mighty train engine. Mighty, as he called it, seemed like an understatement. As he slept that night, its sounds reverberated in his ears, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night, imagining that the earth had cracked into several pieces at once. The … Continue reading How Can You Understand The World?