I don't believe In God, Angels, or Heaven. A spotlight, an errant ray from the sun, or just a glitter in your eye, caught my attention. I was from across, the room, the floor, the world. It fell upon, my Angel, my Goddess. Do I believe now?
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.