http://slow.writerscafe.org/JNance The original writings of author Seven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996163 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 F**k you.F**k this place.F**k this money.My soul is dying.Tears are wedged like wooden blocks in a car motor behind my eyesand this anger i feelis like vinegar in the goddamn engine.Someone cut me the f**k freeTwo more breaths and I'm deadif someone doesn't move me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/1020480/ soaking wet feetfrom this thunderstorm waking meI've got a growing stomach with a heartbeat insidebeatingI cannot stopfor one brief secondi am scared what will happenif i doif I'm hesitantAs always,I have no one to depend onbut meAs always, the one that should take care of mewon't or can'tor... mayb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/1020478/ Your skin you're wearing it as ifit were three sizes to small step outsidebreathe!show some f*****g bravery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/246965/ a zillion of the them saywe're the authors of this storytoday, though...It feels out of my hands as if these 24 hourswere an extended dreamcome to l ife on the edge of a surreal country as if a string attached to a red balloonwere wrapped tightly around my wristand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/246963/ counting body bags ortimes that you make me smilepulling planes out of mud ordriving for milesthinking of five words of a song orsinging with youlistening to tunes orfalling through.... It's a security sensitive...but I really enjoy this sail through.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/237006/ Soft blinkin a state betweenfalling fate and celestial sinkingwe run with words and scissorsthrough millions of pageswhispering to each otherand showing our facesAm I to inspire you?With moving music and candlelight?good mad words and smiling eyes?It seems you belong therein th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/231911/  Where did we gather this barenessclutching fallen starlight to our fluted perceptionthe grass next to the pavement all tumultedfootsteps in a tunnelLike the hot spring bath, in snowdraped decorum In a dream you awoke atop a hillsideYour compass spinning fast over rainsodde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JNance/227160/