[ Creature of the Shadows ]



A DARK, BLACK ABYSS opens in front of me, blazing magnetic tentacles shooting out of it. They grab me, the abyss rotates, faster and faster, howling night envelopes me, I am inside and rotate just as fast.

The acceleration becomes quicker than the speed of light- with an inconceivable blast I explode and start falling down to the ground which is drenched with my own antibodies.
Drawn together firmly they await my coming down.
To escape them, I pull myself together, remove the void between the atoms of my body, and become pure matter.
By rotating myself, I create a whirlpool which sucks up the hostile anti-bodies.
I lose control of the tornado, it becomes too fast and breaks through the wall between dimensions.
The machine stops--
while I loosen myself together,
the helper
catapults
rolling
foam into words
Breat Wulf ca-pushes A gartnotel into the halt!!
...
The fifth dimension is gone, I am flowing through azure fluid, high proof cyanide...
I rise above the liquid's level to catch up with my lungs which escaped 10 minutes ago.
I find them a short time later-out of breath they are leaning against a bridge pillar.
Time moves itself suddenly-
I am in a room lit by torches.
Rough hands grab me, and hammer long, thin nails through my wrists, attaching me to a wall.
A white-haired gentleman steps in front of me, with an infinitely sad face he pulls a small rake across my body.
It leaves flat surface wounds that don't bleed very much.
To still the blood flow, methylated spirits is poured into the wounds and afterwards it is set alight.
Twenty seconds later I am hosed down by a beam of hot water which is of such high pressure that it breaks my nose.

As I awake from unconsciousness, I am lying in a narrow, barely lit room.
Silently the ceiling moves away to the side,
and on slimy strings some hundred bird spiders glide down on me.

They crawl over my constrained body, and kill me several times with their bites.

Then every spider gnaws off a small piece of my corpse and digests for a long time.

Being absorbed completely takes several weeks.

My brain, or what is left of it, partly in the bodies of spiders, partly shat out and rotten, is activated by the returning blackness...
Through anti-photosynthesis I transform myself into living matter again, as magnetic tentacles grab me once more and take me with them.

As my surroundings become clear, I realize that I sit in a car without steering wheel, which moves at 300 miles an hour along an empty wide road. In a distance I can see a large truck coming towards me..
Very fast it comes closer, merges with me, and, with an atrocious bang, swallows me.
I realize that I flew through the air for about fifty meters, and that both vehicles are complete wrecks.
A white ambulance van comes racing, two men jump out of it and bend over me.
"Broken Skull," says one of them.
"His ear is gone," screams the other one, and then turns to me:
"Hey, you idiot, look for your ear, we'll have to sew it on again...."
After trying 3 times, I succeed in getting up, and stumble towards the wrecks.
My mouth fills with blood, and I spit it out.
Unexpectedly, a tank explodes, and I am torn to pieces.
My head lands near the ambulance man,
who is just bending down and mumbling to himself:
"Ah, here's the ear. Why couldn't the moron find that himself?"
My head stays where it is, the wrecks are towed away, and the ambulance also leaves.
Soon it starts to rain, and out of the soil long, fat worms come crawling.
They notice my presence and start drilling through eyes, mouth, nose and ears.
Munching, they feast on my brain.

But I can sense the coming of the blackness again, which revives me.
While it drags me away, I melt into it, and then,
all of a sudden,
BURST APART.

the darkness vanishes and becomes light..

copyright gomaos

not really a short story but something I copied from a book

Recently i've come across this book "the Sydney Connection" and it includes of "history of cannabis" in Australia.
Being originally from Europe, where i lived to the age of 30 (1982), I knew very little about what happened in Australia in the 60 s and 70s regarding drugs, hippies etc.
So this is very interesting for me.
And I bet there's a lot of Australians (and others) out there, who knew next to nothing regarding the matter since it's all taboo.
It appears, the present days are "the dark ages".
People still get severely punished for cannabis and other drug use.
Why does it have to be like that?


,A Short History of cannabis in Australia, 1788-1977

by John Jiggens "The Sydney Connection"

From the first fleet to the Murder of Donald Mackay


The first cannabis seeds arrived in Australia in 1788 on the First Fleet at the request of Sir joseph banks, who marked the cargo "For Commerce".
The blueprint for the colony in New South wales , appproved by the British cabinet in 1786, envisaged Australia as a commercial colony producing hemp.
Hemp was what the plant cannabis sativa was called when Australia was founded. The word "marihuana" was unknown in Australia until 1938.
In 1804, Governor king wrote to Sir Joseph banks describing the ten acres of cannabis he was cultivating the Lowlands of the hawkesbury and the nepean rivers, which were growing with the "utmost luxurience".
With self-sufficiency achieved, the infant colony needed to develop a "cash crop", and Governor King proudly declared to Banks that his cultivation of hemp had "set the example".
For the first 150 years of white settlement, governments in Australia actively supported the growing of hemp with gifts of lands and bounties and other grants.
The consumption of drug cannabis became widespread in Australia in Victorian times.
Queen Victoria herself was a cannabis user and cannabis was legal and freely available.
Many of the popular panaceas of the time, including Australia's favourite tipple, Dr. Collis Browne's Chlorodyne, used cannabis as a base.
Cannabis was also used as an intoxicant by the literati.
Marcus Clarke, Author of the great Australian Novel of the nineteenth century, "for the term of his natural life", was a cannabis user who experimented with cannabis as an aid to writing.
One of his short stories, written under the influenece of cannabis, was called "cannabis indica".
The bohemian Yorick Club in Melbourne- of which Clarke was a member- were notorious as cannabis users.
In 1938, the plant "cannabis sativa" was outlawed in Australia as a result of a reefer madness style campaign in the Digger's newspaper, "Smith's weekly", orchestrated by the US Bureau of narcotics and it's Commissioner Harry J Anslinger.
This campaign introduced the word "Marihuana" into Australia.
Marihuana was described as " a new drug that maddens victims".
It was an "Evil Sex Drug" which causes "it's victim's to behave like raving sex maniacs."
For this generation of Australians, cannabis was to be "the dreaded sex drug marihuana".
This American renaming of cannabis as "marihuna" meant that most Australians were unaware that this dreaded new drug was the familiar drug cannabis which they had used for many decades without concern.
The love-hate relationship of Australians to the geneus cannabis took another bizarre twist in 1964 with the discovery of hundreds of acres of wild hemp growing in the Hunter valley.
The authorities responded with a massive eradication campaign and another "evil sex drug marihuana" propaganda campaign.
However, the generations had changed.
The baby-Boomers of the Sixties responded to the "Sex Drug" propaganda in a different way than their parents.
Soon groups of surfies and hippies were organizing expeditions to the hunter in search of the wild weed. These groups were to become known in Australian marihuana folklore as "the weed raiders"-the first pot smokers- legendary characters who returned from expeditions to the Hunter with sleeping bags full to the top, and tales of monster plants 12 feet high.
In 1967, the Beatles closed their album "Sgt pepper's lonely heart's club band" with "A Day in the Life' - a musical confession about their pot smoking.
The songs chorus was "I'd love to turn you on".
And a generation did.
Within a few year's of "Sgt pepper's" pot smoking became widespread in Youth culture, not just in Australia but throughout the world.
Sydney emerged as the center of Australia's cannabis explosion because it was blessed with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of cannabis.
From 1964 to 1969, it had the Hunter Valley crop, hundreds of acres of wild pot growing only 180 kms north.
After September 1967 it had the US Servicemen of "R and R" (rest and recreation leave], flying in from Vietnam, with some of the best pot on the planet.
Cannabis supply suddenly became no problem.
If Sgt Pepper's was the spark, Sydney's supply-side surplus was the fuel for Australia's marihuana explosion.
It was the young who were turning on.
Then as now, pot-smoking was concentrated in 18-24 year old group.
A 1971 survey by the NSW Department of health in Sydney's northern suburbs found that while only 9% of the population had tried pot, 25 % of the people aged between 18 and 24 years old had used cannabis, and 13% of this age group smoked pot regularly.
None of the over-thirties smoked pot at all.
In 1973, when Australia's most popular band, Daddy Cool, releaSED THEIR 2ND ALBUM, ITS TITLE SAID IT ALL:
"Sex, Dope and Rock'n'roll: Teenage heaven."
1973, the year of teenage heaven, was the first year of the left-wing Whitlam government.
It was the time of the Aquarius festival in Nimbin, sponsored by the Australian Union of Students, with a grant from the Whitlam government.
At that festival, Pot was smoked openly, and 5000 students rioted when the police attempted to make a drug arrest.
By 1973 marihuana was well established in Australian Youth culture with about 500000 smokers, most of them under 30.
Pot was now a multi-million Dollar industry.
Whe R and R tours ended, the demand for pot provided an enormous impetus for Australian Marihuana growing.
In 1974, the bulletin published an article about "Australia's Marihuana Millions" by david Marr that estimated the size of the Australian marihuana marketat 80 Million dollars.
"Pot", claimed Marr, "was now as big as BHP."
This huge industry was largely in the hand of Amateurs.
Because Police and Customs were unfamiliar with pot, the Sixties was the golden age of smuggling, and there were many Sirfies and hippies and ethnic businessmen, willing to give pot a go.
In the 60s, the pot scene was devoid of the criminal element that would become pervasive after 1976.
It was run by amateurs, young people who were drug enthusiasts themselves.
Much of the 60s drug-taking was purely "experimental" and "safe'.
For sixties counter-cultural youth, addictive drugs like heroin and speed were "uncool" and the hippie dealers would not touch heroin; providing an effective border against heroin expansion, which the criminal takeover needed to smash.
The good sense of this drug-taking was encouraged by the underground press, which published many well-informed articles, including interviews with leading drug-researchers like Timothy leary.
Under current censorship laws, much of this content would be illegal today.
(Remark of typist: Australian censorship laws today are very much like Hitler's, who loved burning books that would not agree with his dictatorship.)


Whitlam and the politicisation of cannabis
The decade after 1964 when pot use exploded in Australia was the era of the Vietnam conflict and, just like in Vietnam, pot use divided the generations. As the conflict over Vietnam deepened, it divided Australia, pitting left against right, and old against young.
In this overheated context, the pot leaf joined the moratorium badge as a revolutionary symbol. To share a joint at a party was "to join the revolution."
The politicisation of the cannabis debate became even greater when, in december 1972, baby-boomer votes took Gough Whitlam and the ALP to victory. Far less subservient to the US than his predecessors (remark of typist: Look at our present slimy mr howard who at every opportunity licks and kisses the boots of that pig president Bush) Whitlam pursued a policy of independence.
Conscription was abolished, draft resisters were released from jail, and troops withdrawn from Vietnam. The people's republic of China was recognized. During president Nixon's Christmas bombing offensive against North Vietnam, Whitlam took a critical line, condemning US policy and enraging Nixon and kissinger. Whitlam's government pursued an indepent line in drugs policy too, intending to decrimalise marihuana Australia-wide in 1975.
Whitlams term as Prime Minister ended in 1975 when he was dismissed by the governor-generaL , sir john kerr.
Whitlam's dismissal- the constitutional coup of 1975- is one of the most controversial issues in Australia's history.
(Remark of typist: It's a bloody outrage. that's not democracy; the stupid queen lets a fart go, and her puppet ousts the australian prime minister. Australia is nothing but a colony after all. Independent? What a joke!)
It ended three years of extensive social and cultural reform which enraged conservative Australia.
(remark of typist: The conservatives are the root of all evil!)
For the triumphant conservatives, it was time- time for revenge.
Marihuana use provided a suitable pretext for the elderly conservatives to attack their youthful opponents.
As the polls showed, pot-use was almost exclusively a baby-boomer indulgence.
As the Sackville Royal Commission noted, cannabis use was regarded as confined to groups, such as radical students, "hippie"-dropout, and opponets of the Vietnam-War.
Following the defeat of the Whitlam-government, Australian Conservatives launched a Nixon-style "War on drugs" in Australia. This war on cannabis was most extreme in Queensland where Queensland premier bjelke-petersen (r.o.t.: that old rotten stinking pig, great he's dead) called for a police-crackdown to drive marihuana users out of Queensland.
The result was the Cedar Bay raid on a hippy commune in far north queensland where houses were burnt to the ground and orchards chopped down as the queensland police went on a rampage. (r.o.t.: Hitler all over fucken bjelke-pig-bastard!)
This trial of US-style "war on Drugs" policies in Australia after 1976 was accompanied by some unusual "mega-features":
Firstly, there was a criminal takeover of the pot scene in 1976, and then a marihuana drought, followed by a heroin plague.
This was the time when Australia was narcoticised. it was also a time of numerous murders of which the murder of Donald mackay was the most famous.

The Criminal Takeover

Throughout the summer of 1976/77, the Australian Underground press carried a number of reports of an attack on the old hippie dealing network by organized crime. Although the reports came from all over Australia and new Zealand, they were remarkably similar:
Marihuana only dealers would be visited by "heavies" who offered a "simple choice": either deal heroin or get out.
Along with US style prohibition, US style organized crime came to Australia.
David hirst, who examined the criminal takeover in his book "Heroin in Australia", characterized the pot scene in Australiabefore the criminal takeover as a "cornershop"-system of totally disorganized crime, which was "one of the remaining aspects of an otherwise disemboweled counter culture.
Hirst interviewed a Number of these"corner shop proprietors in Sydney, canberra and melbourne shortly after the criminal takeover and found their reports alarmingly similar.
In each case a large number of men(up to ten) arrived at night and terrorized the household. They had knowledge of the activities of the dealers and demanded money and drugs.
They raided only dealers who refused to handle heroin and left threads of what would happen "if another deal left the house."
A similar story emerged in Brisbane where "the cane toad times' described the situation in Queensland at the start of 1977.
"The past season saw violence, rip=offs, and the thin blue line fanning out, Dope was in slack supply and in increasing prices.
According to"the cane toad times", pot was almost impossible to get in December 1976:
"No-one was singing All I want for Chrismas except to the Untouchable, Robert Stack.
(Rhyming slang for smack or heroin which began to flood through brisbane's underground at this time.)
One youth arrested by the police was about to shoot up for the first time. In court he pleaded "I'm sick of drinking, there was no dope, and I wanted to get stoned."
This would become an all-too-familiar story.
In his book "new zealand green", Redmer Yska described a similar pattern in new Zealand; a legendary hippie era when "the blissed-out tribes of early pot-smokers rarely sold "sacramental cannabis" for profit, which was relaced by a criminal network around 1976.
There is a consistent pattern in this reports; sometime in late 1976 an organized crime group moved into the drug scene in Australia and new Zealand. They attacked the counter-cultural "grass-only" dealers demanding they sell heroin or get out.
The old hippie-dealers with their ethic of "consciousness-expansion" were removed. The Age of "Robert Stack" was looming.

Marihuana Drought

Following the murder of Donald mackay, pot almost disappeared from the street. This is the time remembered in marihuana-folklore as "the drought" or "the great drought"- when for months on end, pot was almost impossible to obtain. The reaction to Don mackays' murder closed down the griffith operation and with the old hippie network now the subject of attacks by both the police and organised crime, the collapse in Marihuana supplies was dramatic. Those who benefited most were the heroin-pushers. With pot unavailable, heroin-sales went through the roof.
During these years, the amount of South-East-Asian heroin entering Australia increased enormously.
According to the underground press, the drought was caused "by a heroin conspiracy."
The police took a different view:
"Given the vast amounts we were seizing, boasted a senior Commonwealth officer, "it is very likely we have created a marihuana drought."

heroin plague

Heroin meanwhile kept a steady price and had a remarkably high purity.
The lower grade NO3 South-East asian heroin, which had dominated the market ebfore 1977, gave way to more refined No 4 grade powder.
NSW police reported an alarming increase in heroin abuse in the first six monthsof 1978, citing a figure of 7000 to 10000 addicts in Sydney, the police said Sydney was now the heroin capital of Australia.
In January 1979, Bill Crews, director of the crisis centre of the Wayside Chapel at kings Cross, spoke about the changes occuring in the street drug scene as a result of the crackdown on pot:
"More and more of these people who can't get marihuana are getting into mandrax and alcohol and also heroin. When grass was around, they used that most. But now it's mandrax, heroin, and they are into booze as well."
......
As david Smith, a doctor at the height Ashbury Free Clinic in San Francisco, commented:
"The government's line is that the use of marihuana leads to more dangerous drugs.
The fact is that the lack of marihuana leads to dangerous drugs."

Efficient German Sex







(all persons and places in this story are pure fiction. any resemblance with reality would be sheer coincidence. nothing of this ever happened)







He judged his appearance in the mirror.



he looked acceptable...having lost 8 kilos in the last 3 months or so, just



by stopping to drink alcohol, and traveling.



He still had a belly, but it was only half the size.



His clothes were all new and sort of "fashionable", because he had just



bought them here in Thailand.



This was the third and last week of his holiday.



Yes, he looked all right, apart from the expression on his face, which



didn't radiate happiness.



His holiday had been interesting, certainly.



On the first day, just a few hours after he had stepped off the plane, he



had met this young woman in a discotheque.



Or rather, she had met him, as she had volunteered to take him home (to his



hotel), because he was sick and throwing up outside the disco.



He didn't know if it was from food poisoning or from too much codeine. He



had taken the codeine on the plane so he would not be tempted to drink



alcohol.



Normally he needed a bottle of bourbon between his knees when he sat in a



plane, this was the only way he could bear it.



The food had also been very bad since it was one of these East- European



Airlines.



When they got to his room, he felt a lot better.



Soon they were in bed together and having a good time.



He hadn't had any sex for 2 and half months prior to that, and then it had



been only once, with his first ex-wife, in Germany.



It had been a sort of freak incident.



He lived temporarily at his mothers place in Germany, after having spent 16



years in Australia.



He'd come home from a long day at the flea markets where he sold records



and cds.



He had felt exhausted, drained, and lonely.



His ex was there; she was still on good terms with him and his mother.



She was in a good mood, having spent the last night flirting with some



other man.



That man had wanted sex with her, but she hadn't been ready.



Now she was ready, and she asked if he had condoms.



He didn't, but left immediately to get some.



This was an opportunity he could not let pass, who knew when he would get



his next chance?



It wasn't easy to find condoms in this town on a Saturday afternoon when



all the shops were closed.



Normally he liked that aspect of Germany:



It hadn't been "asianised" yet, there was no weekend shopping here, people



who worked in shops did have a weekend as well.



All he could think of was the pubs.



He went into one pub, straight into the toilet- none.



The faces of the men at the bar stared at him when he walked past them on



his way out.



The next pub had condoms, and he went back as quick as possible.



Lucky, she still hadn't changed her mind.







She asked him to put on a "Deep Purple" CD.



It wasn't exactly what he would have liked, having listened to those songs



night after night in the same nightclub 25 years ago.



But hey, it was what she wanted.



He would have rather liked "The Prodigy" which was just about to release



their album "The Fat of the Land", but you wouldn't let that stand in the



way...?



She turned it up really loud, stripped off the outer layer of her clothes



and started dancing in her underwear.



The door opened, and his mother came in and complained about the noise.



Martha held up a dress and said:



"I'm just trying this on. And about the music, don't worry.



Once a week you're allowed to have it loud.



It's Saturday."



His mother still protested, but left.



He put the music on again and started dancing too.



He didn't really feel like dancing, as he had had a stressed day.



But he had to keep her going.



This was his chance.



Martha really got into it now.



She had taken her top off, and her quite large tits were bobbing to



the "Purple Beat".



"Smoke on the water..."



These belly dance lessons that she had been taking for some time now showed



their effect as well.



It was a good fiery performance, and after a while she lay down on the bed,



exhausted.



He kissed her and sucked her tits.



His hand played with her clitoris.



"Put on the condom," she said.



"Do you mind if I lick you," he asked," I really enjoy that."



She hesitated.



"I normally suck my men off in the bath,"



She said,



"It's all so nice and clean."



He got a moist cloth from the bathroom and wiped her pussy with it.



"Now it's nice and clean," he said.



He started kissing her thighs while his hands played with her nipples.



His tongue went past the hairy bit and found the clitoris and started



circling around it.



After a while it went down the lips of the vagina and he pushed it inside a



little.



Martha gave a lustful moan.



He continued to kiss and suck the clitoris. His hands slid gently over her



skin, over her soft belly, along her hips....



Every now and then he went down the vagina again and inside...



Then she wouldn't wait any longer.



"Put the condom on now!"



He did as he was told, and slowly slid his dick inside her.



Warmth...Wellbeing....



He started pushing up and down slowly, did so for a while.



She got kind of impatient.



He pushed it in as far as possible.



She moaned.



He pulled it out.



"Did you come?" she asked, worried.



No he hadn't. Not for a while...



He then really gave her his best, as fast and strong and long as he could.



He could hear her coming, strongly, panting.



This always triggered him.



He could feel himself coming, which he didn't like because he would have



liked to go on much longer.



She came before him and seemed to be done, but he still kept going until he



came.



He had an excellent long orgasm.



It was great.



She got up almost immediately and went to the bathroom.



He just lay there, soaking in the energy.



She returned from the bathroom.



"Come on, get dressed, I don't like your mother to see what's going on



here."



"But I really enjoy just lying here."



"No, god-damn, just get up!"

life is like a bean stalk isn't it?