12:14 a.m.	Sprung	2003-03-27
Reaped	Been doing a little spring cleaning of the ol' paraphernalia box these past few days...shaking out plastic baggies full of stems & shake. They feel like dry leaves. Some date back as far as Voodoo Fest last fall. Good times. Someone told me once that a stashbox is a must have for a stoner. A flat fine dominican republic cigar box will do nicely. Unassuming when closed, the inside lid 'thanks you for pot smoking', it's filled to the brim with glass, pokers, a roach clip or two, a medicine box with a picture of Stratford-on-Avon I bought in London, the ingonito Altoids box, and the baggies. . . A memory box unto itself. Spring cleaning is good. Clear out the old, dusty winter and pack in the new. Rebirth. Fresh air. A little naivety. And fucking. Lots and lots of fuzzy little bunnies rolling around and fornicating in the meadow. That's what its about. Now go clean something.	Sown
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