The Apothecary

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2006-11-10T19:28:00.000-08:00

welcome to my "theblow" fetish.. dunno if the first video is reeeaally theirs.. 2nd one is. (love the first song anyway. :D)

- pink daemon

various musings

2006-11-10T18:16:00.000-08:00

A perimeter of trees obstructs my vision; tall and omnipotent under the dark pits of the night sky. Gods’ surveillance cameras tower over us little people; barricade our knowledge of the beyond. They may be pine trees. I don’t know their type, nor do I care. Walking down the cracked concrete path in this still night, I feel imprisoned, suffocated in the land of the free. I long for the open expanse of the desert, the cold air furiously blowing against my body, threatening to bombard me with thousands of rough sand particles, as my eyes scan the treacherous Gulf and the never-ending horizon. There’s so much beauty in the stark nakedness of life. Strip me off my clothes and you will see my beauty too.

Yellow leaves swirl and twirl to the ground. They dance their last ritual. It is as if Demeter never stopped mourning her sweet Persephone. Oh Demeter. No one prays to you anymore. You have been long forgotten, and not long after, you forgot about us. Can anyone blame you? Even lovers learn to hate. Even mothers learn to abandon. Even fathers learn to bury their daughters alive. No wonder our Gods forget us, thought us a dream, a divine hallucination.

As I walk, I stretch my right arm across and spread my fingers. I trace along the wall of trees that separate the university from the avenue bustling with cars. It’s a long walk tonight. It’s a long walk every night. My fingers play with the falling leaves. Death infests the land of the living. Decaying leaves freefall to their unhappy ends. Soon, they will see the intricate details of the soles of someone’s boots. Soon, their backs will be snapped under the steps of an unknowing student, absorbed in his own thoughts, whistling to the tunes bellowing into his head. Men never notice their step, or who they’re stepping on.

What a joke, the whole lot of them: men. They’re all self-absorbed, righteous bastards. As am I. Of course, am I not a wo-‘man’? Was I not created from Adam’s rib? Ridiculous how people believe in stories meant to brainwash them. I wasn’t created out of any man’s rib. I was created in my mother’s womb. Ask any doctor and they will tell you its true.
In my mother’s womb I was protected as I grew my eyes and ears. The echoes of her humming voice soothed me. I am the product of love, not the product of deception. My mother’s intelligence was far more superior than to listen to a ‘snake’ hiss something about some rotten apple. She preferred oranges. More importantly, father never blamed his failures and bad decisions on my mother. He blamed them on his.

We inherit our religions like we inherit money, or our mother’s china. We do not choose our religion. We never do, even if we convert. We’re just claiming someone’s inheritance as our own. It’s a cultural sham, a theft of the abstract, and a violent rape of ideology. The only way out is to deny your inheritance and conjure up the wrath of your family. Do you think yourself superior to what they have to offer?

We need a new religion. One that fits the world we live in today. However, this means we have to create a new god, but shouldn’t it to be the other way around. Shouldn’t we be the ones created by god? Blasphemous is free thought. Blasphemous indeed.

by Urvasi
Disclaimer: Read with open-mind. Views expressed are not those of the author.

mmm

2006-11-09T00:04:00.000-08:00

How we managed to find some mushrooms was pretty random, we were walking to our dealer’s room and on the way bumped in to Chris. I hadn’t seen him since that one day we made out. I hadn’t been avoiding him; I just couldn’t find a good excuse to go see him; which wasn’t like me, since I never really cared what people thought. The fact that he never came over either, was ever more so annoying. He smiled as I introduced Carmen to him. I nonchalantly asked why he was on the druggie’s floor.
“I just bought the last bunch of mushrooms from kylie.” He said patting his pouch pocket.
“The last ones?”
“Yea, why did you guys want some…? I was planning to sell them, but I can give u a good deal.”
“What kind are they?”
“Psilocybe Cubensis”
“I guess we’ll take 4 grams each…” Carmen smiles.
We follow him to his room, and shut the door.
He sits down on the bed and pulls out a scale and starts to measure the mushrooms, he cuts them to the right weight then shows me the scale before putting them in to clear Baggies. I hand him the right amount of money. “Tripping tonight huh?” he grins popping a piece of extra stem in his mouth.
“No, we’re making spaghetti.” Carmen says rolling her eyes and she checks out the baggie I hand her.
I smirk at him as he lies back on the bed. I wished he’d stop starting.
I mention that we had to go and get up.
He sits up and asks us to stay, and trip with him.
I look at Carmen, and was greeted by her raised eyebrows.
“We were going to trip outside, in the sun…” I say.
“Well can I join you?”
“Sure.” Carmen and I say in unison
He grinned, teeth pearly against the neon of the elevator light.
We found a spot on the grass and stared to dip the pieces like bread and chew them fast. Chris watched with a small grin pulling out another piece and shoving it into his already full mouth.
“Your going to get sick” I say licking peanut butter off my fingers.
“No I won’t.” he says swallowing, he then moves in and kisses my nose.
I sat there stunned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I put another piece of mushroom I my mouth and shake my head.
“Nothing?” he says kissing my neck.
“Nothing” I swallow.
Carmen lights a cigarette and starts to cuss out a tall brunette in the distance.
“That bitch thinks she’s all that, look at her, walking like she owns this place…” she growls.
“Her father’s the dean.” Laughed Chris.
“I CAN SEE YOUR PANTY LINE” Carmen shouts before inhaling more smoke ignoring Chris.
The girl shot us a dirty look.
“Really?” I ask struggling to light a cigarette for myself with an empty lighter which still made sparks.
He nods, taking my lighter and lighting it with his.
He then starts to play with the lighter, counting the sparks out loud.
“I don’t care who her father is, she need to fucking stop acting like a little princess.” Carmen says twirling her hair.
“What did she do to you?” Chris laughing throwing the lighter high into the air and catching it.
“She told me I can’t play my guitar in the day, cause she’s needs her fucking beauty sleep.”
“And she kicked Carmen out of the shower cause she needed to take a shit.” I laughed.
“That bitch.” Chris laughs
I lay back blowing thick clouds towards the sky and watch how far they went.
“You can’t make them reach the sky.” Carmen laughs lying next to me.
I loved her for that. She understood me completely.
She started to blow some real fat doughnuts making kissing noises with her lips.
Thick red lips.
Closing my eyes I stopped breathing. I waited till little stars fluttered in the pitch-black darkness of my eye lips.
I lay there, dead. I could hear my own heart screaming.
My chest exploding.
I allowed a relaxed feeling to come over me, and opened my mouth slightly. I learned before that doing that helps the pain stop in my chest stop.
I was suddenly flying. I could almost hear the clouds whipping around me.
My eyes flutter open as the air was released from my chest like a balloon.
It helped to threaten life.
Taunting reality.
Chris lay next to me on the grass, and put his lips to my ear.
His breathing, sweet and sour.
“What I am to you is not real, and what I am to you, you do not you need, and what I am to you, is not what you mean to me, so give me miles and miles of mountains, and I’ll ask for the sea.” He sang.
I recognized it at once.
Damien rice, Volcano.
I turn so that we were eye to eye… I didn’t know if it was the mushrooms, but as I looked at him, I had the urge to touch his eyeball.
Black marbles.
He licked his lips.
“How long has it been?” I asked.
“Since what?”
“Since we ate the mushrooms.”
“About an hour…” Carmen giggles getting up.
“Why are you tripping already?” asked Chris.
Scrunching my nose I nod.
Tripping hard.

I feel the warmth of Carmen’s hand on my stomach..
A bulging stomach at that..
My eyes peak down at her perfect bubble fingers, wishing my lips could taste them..
So I do..
I take hold of her hand and slip the fingers in my mouth, one bye one.
Salty and sweet..
I await her reaction, but her hand seems to be frozen..
Fingers scraping my open tongue.
I look over to her.. Rep lips.. Green eyes..
I let myself kiss her.
I’ve never denied being bisexual..
I just never expressed it so openly.

by

the pink daemon

random

2006-11-08T23:59:00.000-08:00

masturbating is like picking your nose.

private

and solitare.

the pink daemon