If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-27 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | heroin, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Heroin
Where: Spa, mud bath
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: Possible language, general silliness
Maria just had to post that list and Marijuana had been thinking about all the sweet little tidbits he'd learned about his brother over and over again but he was trying to control it. He couldn't help but hero worship Heroin even though Coke and Heroin would end up together, would always go back to each other in his mind because that was how epic drug romances went. Even Marijuana knew that within two or three years, he would be crawling after LSD again no matter what had happened between them.
However, this was not the time to think of such things. They'd had yet another deep tissue massage and Marijuana was feeling better even if the imbalance was still fluctuating like crazy. Currently, the paranoia was overwhelming him but as he stripped down in a changing stall and accepted a bathrobe from the attendant outside, he forced it to shut up. It died down as he headed out to see the shallow pool filled with warm mud and he smiled over at his brother. "Turn around, turn around." He said teasingly, waiting until Heroin couldn't see him, hopefully, before shedding the bathrobe and sinking down into the mud.
He closed his eyes, feeling like home. It was dirt, it was the Organic, bubbling and loving and soothing and just so perfect that he groaned lightly. "I know you don't feel it but..." He dragged his fingers through the mud slowly. "This is home to me."