If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-15 16:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | lsd, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and LSD
Where: The Highway, upstairs.
When: 4:25 PM, April 15th
Warnings: Drug use, language, bad mood!MJ
4:20 had came and gone and MJ's skin, eyes, hair... they were all utterly black. The plantlike qualities still remained but were hidden under a shiny, sticky, tacky, smelly layer of resin, of tar and Marijuana had spread out a tarp on the couch and was staring up at the ceiling blankly. Every so often, he'd send out a text; replying to the blogs, replying to the mortals who wanted his direction about a deal here or an issue there. It was frustrating, extremely frustrating, because Marijuana was feeling a deep and confusing mix of anger and lethargy.
He wanted to hurt but he didn't want to move. He wanted to let the black wash over the entire city but he didn't want to bother putting in the effort that would take. Marijuana wanted to suck the life out of some helpless stoner but he didn't want to get up and go find one. Hell, he barely wanted to eat and there was no pot within his reach. That was an issue but at the moment, his mind didn't need it.
After all, it was 4:25 and they were just toking, toking, toking away.