Jane Isn’t So Special After All

Jane often disappears after our brief interactions.And,Anytime we do,It always hits the fan while,Blowing up in smoke… What seems like a break from absorbing her hits,Is more like an instance of burning a bridge.The more that I’m given what numbs my soul,The more I’m distant from flames that wither when you,Let go… I see poison... Continue Reading →

Smoked, Pt. 1

Smoking weed isn’t as special as others make it seem like. After a while you’ll find yourself asking, “Can’t I be doing something better for myself right now?” Usually where I end up at the end up like this moment finishing my first blunt of the day. Feels like my personal demons manifested in the... Continue Reading →

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