Aussie Growers Thread

DustyDuke

DustyDuke

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Rewerb said:
I'm obviously old & decrepit & should be put out to pasture....

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Tennyson
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My biggest weakness is my sensitivity, I’m a sensitive person.

Mike Tyson
 
Rewerb

Rewerb

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@ Dusty. This one comes straight out of my brain - you won't find it anywhere except from someone who copied it from where I wrote it:

There are times, but not many,
When a man stands alone, stripped of all except courage.

Not the Matador's famed "moment of truth"
A man is not alone when he hears cheers, applause.

To some men, the crowd's roar is priceless.
They desire it more than anything
More than love, money, or life itself.

But a man is alone,
Dismally alone
When he steps from a plane
And falls
In darkness
Knowing, if he should die,
Then no-one except himself
And perhaps God
Will ever know
Just how brave he really was.
 
Dougnsalem

Dougnsalem

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Rewerb said:
Mate, you gotta get with the Aussie sense of humour & propensity for self-deprecation.

If you can't take the piss out of yourself, no-one will respect you when you do it to others....

PS. TISM are predominantly a band made up of lawyers, so they hide their faces to protect their "professionalism" whilst blowing-off steam.
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Yeah, I kinda get it. Been there a couple times. Had a blast. Amazing people. Not like all the crap floating around here.... I did read a bunch about TISM. GREAT videos.
 
Dougnsalem

Dougnsalem

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Wow. It's been an interesting night. You know things are messed up, when you end up hitting the Aussie thread, in hopes of finding at least one person with just even a bit of sanity left......






Just kidding! Lol.
Yeah, I've had a few too Luke!
 
Venus55

Venus55

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Omg STILL haven’t put scrubber on!!! I think the whole neighbourhood can smell these girls atm!!!
I should explain that what I thought was afghan kush is actually shishkeberry. I gave crystal and shish clones to a dude ages ago who also had afghan and didn’t label anything when re-potting. These dudes are freaking hopeless!! Even in recognising which is which when flowering!?
Anyway long story short I recognised that smell, tack and structure a few weeks into flower and at 4wks knew it was her. So happy coz I thought she was gone forever!
 
2easy

2easy

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Well 13.5 weeks of flower I decided to pull her down. She has fully ripened up now. Smell is insane. First impression is a strong chem hit and then once you get past that there is an almost sour apple smell. Can't wait to see how she smells when dry. See if she drops that chem smell off more in favor of the Apple or totally surprises me with something citrusy and creamy like her sister did.

Pics don't do the size of these things justice. I honestly think I'm looking at around 10-12 ounces off this girl with a 4 week veg from seed. there is more smaller branches hanging that I didn't bother taking pics of. I normally wouldn't separate them all like this and just hang the plant whole but I'm going for a reveg.

Also I don't think the photos do the quality justice. The dried nugshots will tell the whole story when it's time.

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Rewerb

Rewerb

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beernutz said:
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 
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