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I wrote this on a hill at a rave concert my friend invited me to, about who and what I saw, and the electric frazzled bodies writhing before me.
The world has been frozen by a constant acid rainfall, killing people off for almost eighteen years. This is the story of two teenage girls who are suffering the hardships of living in the only civilisation left.
Novel | Updated Nov 16, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
True events that took place after WW1. Many circuses in Japan would buy children or steal them and turn them into
By Bobby Evans
A poem about a man who took a special kind of LSD where I controlled the trip. Narrated by me.
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is just a bunch of things I was thinking about at a certain period of time. I think I would give my thanks to Edwin Congreave for some of this, but it'd do me no good.
By M W Mccoy
Ripley 8, the half human ALIEN clone, is dreaming from deep within a forgotten California Desert Resort. It is more than a dream it is an ESP call to mate.
Waiting for a train, naked and vulnerable, truth between the lines, you're oblivious and gullible.
MOST RECENT WORK! Will be adding much more. This is very inspired by Jack The Ripper with a bit of a custom twist to it. I am beginning to get into WRITING horror poetry and lyrics. Danzig, Misfits, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, and Whitechapel all inspire me greatly.
When mysterious "Punk Guy" (PG for short) moves to Muskoka, Ankh's own personal dullsville, she can't believe her luck. Her parents are on a dig in Cairo, he's tall and yummy... and she's working. Her brain stops, her mouth forgets how to work- open, move, sound come out? With her GBFF Jordi,...
A slice of life of a mysterious girl and her close friend. Rated for language and sugested violence.
A poem about a young person's psychadelic journey; the Acid Bath, the LSD plunge into the something-nothingness.
By day, Cecily teaches Extra Terrestrial Anthropology at UCSD in their emerging Aerospace Civic Engineering department. By night, Cecily is known as RUCA. She hangs out with Bradley, Janis Joplin, and Biggie Smalls in a place called Indiex. It's where rock stars go when they die. If you are...
By Jason Fuckup Chang
I wrote this one while actually tripping on acid.
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2010 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Jason Fuckup Chang
This is a poem I wrote that's kind of about lsd and being crazy.