If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-11 10:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, shrooms |
Who: Marijuana and Shrooms
Where: The Highway
When: Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: Drugs, language, plotting.
Marijuana could really use a few more days of sleep but ever since Eris had arrived, his sleep had been deep enough to satisfy the burn-out within him. But he had dreamed so much. It started off with dreams of Harmony, of Woodstock and of sharing their tent and rolling around in the mud. Eventually, it switched to dreams of Heroin, rocking him slowly in his arms and singing those beautiful lullabies. Soon... it switched to Tracer.
And that's how it began. Visions of their own eternal paradise began to develop. A Drug Heaven. A place where all of their followers could frolic and love each other forever and ever. Marijuana's consciousness mixed with that of the Shrooms inside him and a daring plan began to form. It would be risky, it would draw heat but damn, the rewards would be worth it.
It was so beautiful that by the time he was being drawn out of it slowly by the need to get up and do something, there were tears in his eyes as he opened them slowly to look up at the ceiling, shifting around and wondering what time it was.