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By The Lizard King The leaves are falling in the windthe face through the space wears a familiar grin,the clouds still floating over head,As if to pay tribute to the dead.As darkness comes and eats the light,the face is gone now out of sight.The constant pounding in my head,the trip set in, my visions dead.

Wanna Get High

By an Anonymous Mom Hey students! Making plans for that bonfire with a keg this weekend? Maybe wondering how to get that acid in time for the concert? Finding out who’s parents are going out of town so you can party there? Is that your goal for the week- how drunk or how high or … [Read more…]