Just a poem, yet again for english, that I made. Inspired by a friend who seemed sorta off today.

Drugs, poetry, writing.

Drugs, overdose, poetry, depressing.

A chapter from the short-story “Cooperation Principle” by André Klein.

A dope car.

Teenage girl’s view of hippies and cowboys, years back in Jr. High School. Its a fun poem too. Hope you enjoy with an open mind.

Only YOU can turn it around.

Fear of the unknown.

“Then and now” concerning an old email that I found.

Major or chief, don’t panic…