This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivationexploitationcivilization.
Found flowering on wasteland unnoticedunofficialaccidental.
A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains.
A charming naivetyvery short flowering season;
no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in.
Bring your cameratake photo of life on the margins.
Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home.
The story has always been the same
A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment
Drinking Nurishment .
But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path.
Growing wildthen harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties.
Care for some weed?
So naturalso wildso unrefined & someone s gonna make a fortune one day
If only they can market this stuff right.
Come on: do your dance.
Come ondo your funny little dance.
Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization.
A sensational buzz - zzzzzz.
Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration.
This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species.

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