http://slow.writerscafe.org/sammythunders The original writings of author Parker Pearl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995700 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 when i was eight years oldmy father coached my little league team.the other kids loved him,as he was jovial, lighthearted,and clearly showed a love for the game.even then, i wondered where coach wentwhen we got home.but one hazy spring evening,about a week before my birthday,we’d just swiped a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/1552572/ strung out on the living room sofa,downing screwdrivers and instant netflix,i can't remember when(but i know for a f*****g fact)i spent the last of my cash on a few nugs and fortiesto get me through the night.and i can't tell if my eyes are high-bulgingor pushing out tears,i can't tell if it's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/948876/ i have scrubbed your shitters,served your suppers,bagged your groceries,read your names and credit card numbers.i have 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themselvesthen every Dog who begswill surely long sufferfor his share of the grace.As for me,i drag my chains,they don't drag me,and every McJobleaves its markbeneath my blue stained eyes.And as my hands seize and ageto make rich men richeri choke myself silentand get back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/692044/ nervous breakdown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/677842/ poised passionate,but passive, dry,i remain knee-deepin a sea of careless c**t,anchored by the dead weight driveof trifling tidesand the apathy promisedby a sailing life.here my stage is set,meat curtains drapinga danse macabre,bland finale bursting fortha twelve step waltzin fighting form,offering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/677834/ all's well in hell,we're halfway thereand hopingfor sweet release.so god bless calamity,catastrophe,and the weekend warpathswe forge in lightof finding nothing more.sultans of swagger,lit, loaded, lush,we scrounge quarters from 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eyes hollow pointto a bowl of bitten bullets,the breakfast of cheapshot champions.we all eat s**t sometimes,but my grin is gamefacedand barely kissesthe hand that feeds.aluminum spooned indifferenceforges a single catacombthrough my soldiered a*****e,and bull/horse/chicken shitejects from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/520549/ art is a b***h's drink,served chilled and chased,enough to tickle the c**t,hardly enoughfor a good hard f**k.don't make art,you dumb f**k,make war,with yourselfand anyonedipshit enoughto observe yourrat's nestof "work".paint like you're bleeding,write like you're falling,play like you're imploding,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/502315/ being the youngest in the roomand listening to theflatback memoirs ofdeadbeatstwice my age,i want to imbibemore than everso that i may forgetthe veracity of their accounts,so that i may like myself enough                .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sammythunders/502311/ it's 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