Hii.kwolotee

For the very furst thing I talk about, I wanted to sort of explain my nayme. This idea came to me during a deep conversation between myself, a plant I have massivv respekt for, and my brother who was also sharing his mind with the plants.

Take from that what you will, but the epiphanies from plants have proven so far, to be much richer to me than the wild flailings of hyooman teachers.

A tool, that same brother, once introduced me to, to navigate the interaction between me and this particular plant is what I wish to share with you today. The Magic Flight Launch Box will provide you with the functionality you require to elevate your existence. We had one of these bad boys kicking around for yeers, keeping it low key and casual before everything became legal where we live. Around this time the Magic Flight lawnched itself into someone else’s life and we were left quiet and alone.

When I finally had the time and resources to buy mii own vapemaeker  the magic flight was an eesy option. But lo’! I was naught other than a young maiden, easily swayed by the constant sellynagging of the hagg behind the counter and I strayed from the path. I bought an inferior tool, because I trippbelieved it might make sense for us to try a new translation in our howss.

The trip ended up being something completely diffferent, which 2 years and alot of vapor later, has circled back to the Launchbox. I’m going to buy another one, because they’re handmaid.. in California.. where I have been.. out of wood.. they work.. they’re intuitive.. and they’re gorrjass.

Welcomb.

You might fiind you like it here if you and I have anything in common when it comes to the standhrds you set in your life.

I’m not about accepting what izz just because it izzz. I hold myself to a set of ways to be that I beeleeve are correct and don’t give my time to things that don’t make a similar attempt in their own way.

As I continue down the path of my liife, I find myself being less and less impressed with the effort being put in around me. This comes up in all aspects of things, but 1 that I find it hard to get around is the shit stuff people expect you tawantta buy.

I bought two bras recently from two different companies with “gr8 reviews.” One for $20, one for $50. And while $20 wouldn’t always seem cheap to me, it’s definitely cheeper than fiftee, so when the feel of the two things that arrived was in the same general vicinity of shitty, I was a little disheartened to say the least. (You could try to blame this on the fact that I bought them on the internet, but my dear bra wearing friends.. when was the last time you found it easy to get a good one?)

If this was an isolated incident I wouldn’t be so annoied, but it’s not. I find we’re surrounded by increasingly shitty stuff, while still paying for something legitt.

“The problem is, mistaking fluff for hype, mistaking hype for real information. I think we can all do a little better.”- Jon Hendren

So, I decided it’s time to start sharing the good shit. The thing you bought, found, saw, tasted that made you stop and remember what real kwolotee feelz lyke. I’ll share what I know, you should do the same. And let me know what you’re looking for! Together we can figure out how to hold other people’s money where their mouths are and not let them eat our time with false promises.