Then wandering in the desert all alone
Through the awful current of briars
With stone upon it’s patio
In the mere silence of the wind it blows!

Sometimes you can be too cool for your own good.

Something I strongly feel,deeper in me as to how would the life of an individual indulged in war’s like the one called terrorists. I wrote it when I heard a news of 21 Christians being bombed outside of a Church.

Funny video, high or not.

A rant on the low quality rants of today. Basically a late-night rant I wrote while I was extremely bored. And probably while I was on some sort of drug.

A little story I made up, about getting high.

A Poem I Wrote While High…

Written as a feeble attempt to unify this lost tribe I call the Freak Nation…

A way of escaping a reality that seems unbearable.

Funny little tidbit about two people in the grips of drug abuse and some of the dumb things such people do.