http://slow.writerscafe.org/cduncan3 The original writings of author Ananke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040082 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  The legends are realThe stories toldAnd, it's getting rather old.Blood, S**t, and Cum. What makes you run?What makes your engine hum? It's alright, babyYeah, It's really is okayI'll follow you into the darknessBut, you won't die today.KarmaLuck&What the F**k?I made some studies.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/1202264/ Incantations never mixed wellwith sound reasoning.There was little logic in the spell.Scrape off all that dead skinToss it in the collection plateI'll cut out what cells remainof these unborn chainsIt's not too late to pay our tithes.In fake warmth from plastic fursI'll hang your mother's curta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/1202254/  SMOOTH SAILINGCripples take careful stepsOnly the wounded Can map the stars My sea legs betrayed meFoolish I To think you'd save meOn a mountain Made of follyShe warned us Back at sea level I have readWhat better stories could have saidFor all that we have spokenFor too little action.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/1202205/ Things left in the cab (Or, my daddy was a trucker)Travelers, They stuck to that damn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/528346/ A redundant play on words from parallel perspectives to convey the redundancy of life, love, loss and late nights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/350433/ Helpful hint's and epigrams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/301409/ So....this is my Vagina monologue. I had to write one for my women studies class and I figured if I had to write about it, I was really going to write about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/298020/  F*****g A!It’s a lovely dayto have it your way Telling liesand in disguise  To those with modest eyes Long overdueand nothings trueyour sense of self’s askew   Without blamebut what a shamethat you’re so goddamn vain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/297822/ faded youthempty shelllonely eyesbitter glarestolen touchwrinkles wear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/297375/ A b***h fest about the "assault on the family." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/279041/ Trying to be,fighting to free,myself from my mind.surrounded by the walls of this cage,endlessly shrinking into my rage,Silence unobtainable.wanting more,deserving less,submerged in darkness,cloaked under lies,Lying on  hollow ground,smothered by desire.I hate mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/249066/ The nothingness heremeans too much,in the airbetween us. It wouldn't existoutside my breath,between words of devoirs. It can only be seenin flickering flashesand fleeting glimpses.Through shallowpanes of blue,I look upon themas if they can show me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cduncan3/249064/