Could poetry and drugs mix?

Feeling real inspired right about now.

Bowel movements and dead bees.

If you are listening to this, I graduated.

Can we not with the group work?

Dang it, need head. || ft. MG, Jason, and Faith

We get paid to stab boxes.

Stress is my new middle name.

This new nurse hates wasps.

No mayoral campaigning for me.

Is your comfort food mashed potatoes?

You've been demoted to customer (I quit).

Can't afford to lose our collective 6 brain cells.

A cautious toe-dipping.

More of the two literary cringe qweens. || ft. MG

Two literary cringe qweens. || ft. MG

A sunday night drive.

Leif Erikson and I hate the cold.

My taste in music is... up to scratch.

Hackles have been raised at the local Pep Boys.