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moonshine
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Okay, hail the great big cactus heaven in the sky. My Star cactus has died...I thought it was dead for two months now, guess not. It just recently turned brown and mushed over with decay. Must have been playing dead. First my dog, now the cactus.
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poison angel
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from the files of "Really Funny ways to Die": a couple of years ago, there was one of those small half-buried articles in the local paper about some asshole from Glendale or Paradise Valley or one of those little one-horse towns further out who decied he was going to test out his new shotgun by vandalizing saguaros out in the open desert with his buddies. He blasted a 15-footer at close range, causing it to promptly topple over onto him, killing him instantly cactus makes perfect.
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Candy
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Cactus reminds me of home. I miss the desert. The way it smells. My mom used to take them when we worked in the desert. She would wrap them in cloths and put them in the bin of the truck. My uncle once grabbed one and yelled angrily at her for hours.
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misstree
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blatherskites, tell me about cacti. they don't exist in the midwest just trees and thick black soil in the deeper forests, where undergrowth fears to tread and pines guarding human establishments and shrubbery, gleefully anarchistic and prarie grasses waist and shoulder high where they haven't been destroyed for tract housing and reconstructed "nature" and clumps of wildflowers on roadsides. blatherskites, tell me about the spiky ones.
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the hotcheeks
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bubbles reach the orange soda shaped melon with the one toe nail. I am an octopus with inside outside, steping stones in my river that gurgle from the inside outside skin.
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birdmad
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it's the needles you don't see that hurt the most the nopal with it's paddles and white spots which hide dozens of short, thin, sharp quills peel it (carefully), cook it it has a texture like diced bell pepper and a tangy taste that goes well with red chile and beef or with onions, salsa and eggs at breakfast i never learned how to prepare it and have no clue how to properly harvest the looming wall of paddles in the little space that i can almost kinda sorta call a backyard
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Emptyness Alive
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i had a catai once i hardly ever watered it. but it never died an now its vanished. i think it got fed up of me.
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Emptyness Alive
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it ran away
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pSyche
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boy you are so prickly You think no one loves you, but you just don't want them to love you but you do not see what is I am a cactuslover you push me away And yet i might gladly bear a few thorns in my side if i only knew that you would be mine
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Dark Green
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Definitely dark! Definitely green!
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Raven Jones
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I wish I had seen the cactus in my chair before I sat down.
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160614
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what's it to you?
who
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