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The Past Is The Smoke That Billows From Your Cigarettes

The Past Is The Smoke That Billows From Your Cigar..

A Poem by Evangeline Allyson Monroe


My faith enormous, My love tumultuous."What the hell came into us?"You might be askin' yourself, "Why me, Why us, Why now, Why there, Why this and tha..
SUMMER OF LOVE 67.

SUMMER OF LOVE 67.

A Poem by Terry Collett


1967 AND THE SUMMER OF LOVE AND A BOY AND GIRL
pacing

pacing

A Story by mapath


I paced. My bare feet slapping against the ceramic floor. I put my hand in my left pocket and pulled out a ci..
Needles

Needles

A Poem by Emily


Tried of the cocaine
Trump Smokes 4 Joints/Day; Baked With The President

Trump Smokes 4 Joints/Day; Baked With The Presiden..

A Story by conshinz


Imagine Donald Trump had a 5gram/day Medical Marijuana License and had been getting miraculously-stoned every day for his entire life to curb the symp..
Can't do DMT

Can't do DMT

A Poem by CoffeeVampier


I was saved by the bibleBut the music pumps through meAnd I'm so high I'm manifesting my realityI'm just peering into my pastLike a separate realityTh..