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Artistic, musical, creative, and entertaining topics of art in the pot and stoner universe.
Behind the Betrayal: My Heartbreaking Story of Losing Love to Impatience and Impracticality
As I sat alone in my dark and empty apartment, tears streamed down my face. It had only been a few days since I found out about my boyfriend's infidelity, but the pain was still raw and all-consuming.
By ONUR GÜÇLÜ3 years ago in Potent
Noble Bronze Art or How Sculptures Are Made
Around 3000 BC, bronze was used in prehistory. The Bronze Age, which got its name from the use of tools made of this metal at the time. It was common to make agricultural tools, but in some areas, such as Greece and Mesopotamia, people also began to create metal art, casting sculptures in bronze. The lost wax method, which is still used today, was one of them.
By Amit Kumar3 years ago in Potent
Circuses and Bread
There is a circus that is always in town and never seems to close its doors, no matter what time of day or night it is; I go there sometimes when I feel like relaxing with some pointless fun. At this circus there is available a very special herb bread which is rumoured to enhance the experience of the circus tenfold, with only minor ill effects as a cost. This bread comes in a box which bears a large, extremely visible warning on the inside of the lid of the box that informs the reader that consumption of the bread has a very mild addictive effect, which is 25x more intense if the bread is consumed outside the circus grounds. Once one enters this mysterious perpetual circus, one is quickly swept along in the fun and before one knows it, hours have passed. Only then does one begin to really look around oneself and the moment that one does so, the circus suddenly takes on an eerie atmosphere and the clowns, which you've only just noticed are located at all of the exits, start to look more sinister with every passing moment. The more you look, the more the smoke and mirrors of the carnal carnival become but a thin veneer on a disturbing situation: life wilfully spent without rhyme or reason, an existence empty of the meaning which sustains. At this point, stricken by a sort of soulful panic and feeling a little ill at what you have become involved in, you begin to search desperately for a way out but once again notice that the clowns bar all the exits, and now they look like guards standing to attention, or wolves looking in on sheep. You notice that in your hands there is a box of half-finished herb bread, and in your distressed state of mind you start munching on some as a way to distract yourself from the frightful situation, and it works better than you ever thought it could. Suddenly, the entire menacing atmosphere vanishes and it is as if you had fallen asleep for a moment and slipped into some dark nightmare, a parody of your real situation. The night wears on, but you are none the wiser for it.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Potent
