http://slow.writerscafe.org/blueampersand The original writings of author blueampersand en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031760 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I live in a world whereeverything is comprised of squaresIt's very cold hereespecially at the windowbecause a square sun is not veryefficient in the heat department(it works overtime just for thissquare planetthat doesn't seem to receive its warmth at anyconvenient time)So fill m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueampersand/362860/ I walk across a floating skyin dreams of computational pseudo-sanity andother wonderful inspirations likeLyrics written by an idiotThe way the Earth's gravitational field isdisturbed by magnetism.I gaze at the tree's silhouette andan autumn leaf in a waltz with the windand the aero.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueampersand/362393/ I have my reasonsto stay here all the timealone, you might think, but reallyI have the best company everI have the ceilingtwisted by my mindI have the sky outsideand the clouds on it shaped likea figure smokingkilling themselves slowly like the bloodinside my own veins which is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blueampersand/361887/ The needle dances in the electriczephyr of lightDoes this make sense, dear? 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