I have poverty written all over my forehead.

A satirical country song.

My haiku on smoking weed with friends.

A story about me and my best friend on a friday night.

Pretty much explains itself more or less. there is no between the lines because the lines don’t exist.

A graphic description of an average night in the Freak…

A call for collaboration of the FREAK NATION…

I am Twilight Knight.

Written as I fled the heartbreak and hell of my old home town for the last damn time…

During a period of down and out beatness…