So I just finished reading a couple different books full of drugs("Go Ask Alice", "Tweak", etc… all great books btw).

Poetry.

A story.

Sunset on the riverfront.

Happy Halloween!

Short story I came up with while thinking of a possible future.

Black hole sucks in all.

This poem is a conceit about the links between a black hole somewhere in the universe and a depression leading to withdrawal and death of the protagonist in the poem.

Roxys and his eternal plight.. .

In the 1970’s there was a place in the outer space known as The Black hole.