Weed, the “every day” term for a “variety of senses” is a surprisingly flexible concept, (can lead to confusion) and no one minds the blanket term, Weed. It’s all about not being like other plants in the garden. This very special [flower] is can a nonically, almost (meta)physically unwanted, (ex: is an accepted weed still a weed? Can an unobserved plant be weed?) Grass, “a weed in one context is not a weed when growing where it is wanted […] Less commonly, the term is applied to any plant that grows and reproduces aggressively outside its native habitat.”1
Historically, its seizure is an uprooting, yanked by the self-assured, pulled out by someone sweating, wearing all black, with a normal ass crack, indignant.
But when smoked, eaten, vaporized, drank, dabbed, the plant has the ability to turn the desiring body into a drug using body. The plant sprouts in the mind and helps the user, in turn, Reflect.
So here is a space in which we will discuss the revered herb. The weekly weedy content will be a periodic assertion of the plant’s place in our society. The content is pending. Until then:
Professional Pot Smokers, those who burn to quiver around a point, fight fog with fog, and fire to refocus the plane, throw away the Rohtos, the red eyes make you look more passionate anyway.
