http://slow.writerscafe.org/joshooa The original writings of author brainelation en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 believe in somethingnothingness holds such evilwe are on the edge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380039/ i am my idolsstop asking me for me pleasei'm not that special http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380037/ making me feel like i'm perusing an empty mindwondering what the path of least resistancelooks likei don't believe my mindwhere is iti chase it throughhospital hallwaysanddark alleyscatching it in nets of smokebreaking my soul openrememberingcoldon the outsidehot inside t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380036/ i take my kinfolkhand in handpray with me.formations that hungcrying blood and tearscut from marblefountain of fearspassing for loveabove all elsehonor that which you lust forfilling souls withlogic and reasondrowning the lust for uncertaintywhat is this?what are we?ans.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380035/ lord,i can't change.feel it coursing through yousome sort of manic freedom of imaginationsclashingcolliding with beauty resounding galaxies awayhead to head with every man bearing a chainevery woman begging for changebut it is unyielding in its effervecesnseburbling yet blastinga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380034/ lights, firesthey're supposed to live in your eyes.when did this becomesuch a surpriseyou can come to mebut you can't careyou can look at mebut please don't starewe are the ones that lovewe are the ones that love notwe are the ones that holdwe are the ones that sold you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380033/ something invisibleis beauty incarnateperfection in nothingnessnothing is what you expectnothing is what it istherein lies perfectioncosmic rights and wrongsplay out in tiny scalenext to us every daywondering how annonyomouswe all areno one knows anythingno one knows anyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380031/ borderlines divide usinside and outbloody bones breakingtearing, they shoutsplitting in twothere will be me and you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380030/ i miss youi'm sorry i'm like this,being selfishbeing like our father.i meant to calli wish i could visiti wish i could staybut i get preoccupiedyou'll learn what life becomeswhen you get a little olderi called todayit's sunday, i figured you'd be homeno answer.bu i wouldn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380029/ the actual sequel to death at a sex show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/380028/ i took one of those chain bulletins from myspace one day in december of 2005, and i made it into something touching and beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371893/ from november 14, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371889/ written november 19, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371886/ it's weird, like; i'm so hyped and hyper like (psycho groupie cocaine crazy) i can't stop twitching and s**t, then i'm alone again in my room and i chill out and i get quiet, like, introspective like, why is all this s**t going down?  and i was thinking right, we should start a revolution.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371880/ written july 14 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371875/ this is from the same workshop as the previous writing. this started with a conversation between a good friend of mine and i and ended with an actual performance of the poem at the bottom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371871/ these are answers from my notebook to questions asked at a work retreat last spring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371867/ as i cease to existi seize what existsas  a way to hold onto freedomi try to learn what is realit is impossible thoughthe slowmeltof me into the smelter you seethe iron orethe core of being something smaller than i once thoughtis bigger than i ever imagined.everything i ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371863/ the drugs, the drugs the drugs are stealing my souldown down down down down down this rabbit holethey journey along, with my soul in a dime sackjumping with their red eyes and burnt finger tipsthat most precious dime slung across their backand they treat it like nothing.to me it matters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371860/  i love the darkyou can be anythingyou can hide it allor you can let it all hang outit doesn't matterit's dark, and no one can seeyou can cryyou can schemeanything is possiblebut it can consume youhold you captiveconvice you that the dark is the only thing that can keep yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371843/ originally written september 18 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371841/ from my myspace; on august 30 2008. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371840/ he doesn't know if he can tell us all how empty he feelsdriving ever closer, wishing a ledge were near.screaming in his head, bouncing off the useless s**t he's accumulated,that he's viewed with his mind's eye.that scream finds nothing of substance to ease it's agony.It's been festering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371356/ i hear my dead friends calling to mei'm hallucinating probably,but i turn towards these abstract noisesto distract me from impossible choices-walking, marching reallyfor some reason i can't feel my feelings.glitter in her makeupsomehow reminiscent of starsbut in a pathetic sort of wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/371349/ this was written after the last harry potter book came out, and i like it, so i figured i'd just post it up here. it's a review/synopsis of said book. it was originally posted with two pictures; one of jk rowling in a bikini and one of some chick eating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/370797/ standing like bent old treesimprobable angleswater towers reallysteeped in mud by degreesand shadesmanic anti depressantsaping deconformistsincredible wastelandscover the landscape of mindframesbut they are infused with beautyremembrance of late nightsdisgusting cigarettesand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/370174/ it just dissolves into poetry. i was originally trying to do a self esteem exercise... writing what i like about myself. and no, i don't really have a peg leg http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/370173/ perfection pantomimed by peter panfind oneself in questionable companynot that i'm not hungry,but maybe i'd starve for spitespitting flames at mehell is callingto the fire in meflying my freak flagflagrantlyfreaking fuckers outi will:twist & scream & shouti won't:st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/369551/ i never had any friendsso i started reading books.after a while all of the stuff i had read started building up.so i started writing.i wrote a book.it sold well.made the best seller list in the Times.it was about being lonely.i went to a lot of functions.i wore suits, and looked di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/369540/ inspired by the Lost Rose's poem "Cum Stained Sheets" read that too : ] he's trying to get a female friend to join apparently. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/368394/ crazy, superhuman concrete ceilings,inpenetrable, superman, super seeds will supercedeintraocular improvisation condemnationspinning bubbles,concrete healing, holdingmolding underneath,growing darker by the day,burning in the cold-blackeningand breaking offblood will be the only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/367327/ got the idea from a review i got from legion... even though i think he was sarcastic, thank you for inspiring me to waste my time like this, it's better then being bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/367297/ No one listeningWe are all alone here nowKill me with your love  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/367283/ someone died. it was me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/367279/ the consequences of a man living a liecan be fataldetail the details for mepleaseexplain the unexplainablehallejuai praise what i don't knowin a daze after just a stone's throwincomprehensiblein solventsdissovlesapparentlymaking the water murkyincomprehensibledark and lus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/366025/ purple colored popcorn VI http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/366022/ purple colored popcorn V http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/365589/ purple colored popcorn IV http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/365587/ purple colored popcorn v III http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/365586/ purple colored popcorn part II http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/365583/ i'm alone againi light another onei never figured anything outannoyomous hotel roomsannoyomous complaints, and lives and peoplewith name and drivers license and social security cardyou wouldn't think we'd have to try so hardi have twenty one matchesfor a box of twenty squaresi'm fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/365576/ exactly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/363309/ meditation on love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/363196/ the startling conclusion of death at a sex show. it would be in a horrific erotica, or erotic horror genre, if they had one, but they don't. same goes for the first one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/362244/ i took the i's out of this poem. it gives it a raggedy feel, i think, almost as though someone was gasping it out on their death bed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/362241/ out dammned spot!but the spot is in the mirrorthe spot is meit's hard to see,vision blurrychanging into something newmouth opens blood spewsskin on skinbiting tearingskin on skinf*****g and swearingaddicted to somethingi couldn't guess what...shooting off guns bringsblack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/362240/ I asked her:My place or yours?She said:The gutter works for me.We mutter as we walk, talking about nothing, praying for something other thanSpray on tans, straightened hair, artificial faces, chloroform in the air:Deadening.   Pause for a beheading, possibly exsanguination; we&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/joshooa/362239/