http://slow.writerscafe.org/nicman2011 The original writings of author nicman2011 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776359322 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 like a mental escape a monumental effort like a tranformed penalty kick, im off the hook and i died in my sleep wait till we silently creep and retreat like wolves that are couards that live by the way of the sword1. this is a song i wrote, like a nasty little note that cant withstand the vocal cham.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1038728/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1038695/ blast your "idea" you damn fool!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1012169/ i am me, what i see is who i am, i understand the present and cant remember the past, i strive for the understanding of reality and deny knowledge taught. I am literal and can take a beating, i feel life is wonderful and that was the first word that came into my head while i was me. i feel lonely so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1007735/ competing for the prize of love when your opponent is ignorance you will never win.but if you gain the wisdom to step back you realize the race is fixed and the ignorance will always win favor with the judges,with the love they never had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1007165/ my happiness is mine.f**k you because your happiness is yours....question what makes you happy and you create doubt,if you doubt the reality of what you created you breed insanity within yourself.happiness is allowing yourself and perceiving events as such nothing more nothing less.the lack of happi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1007160/ a three or more gathering fanatic passing the pipe of ignorance like children laughing in the faces of thier mother panic. logic sets in for the addict like a stweeking drug lover or church house gutter punk stutterer who cant get in touch with his brothers. the life is to us a house of peachy flowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1005322/ infinity without end is stagnant if without movement,and movement cant exist without observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1004859/ The Fibonacci Sequence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1004341/ Like a poem that got deleted before published, my life is a story that got thrown out with the rubbish. I was born an addict, a three or more gathering fanatic. i lived for my high and believed that if i didnt i would die, i was scared at night and thought i would burn and today i sit here and sigh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1003794/ what your about to read will not impress you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1002195/ How many steps does it take? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nicman2011/1001750/