http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brianetics The original writings of author Brianetics en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006305 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At the bookstore I noticed a book that was titled "Uncollected Poems"which struck me as quite absurd. A book filled with uncollected poemsshould by its very nature not exist. Such a book is simply impossible. Certainly a more appropriate titleis in ord.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430416/ O, these objects of our desireslike shiny trophies proudly displayedon the mantles of empty souls O, as if any of this s**t we cling toin all of its myriad of constructscould bare the semblance of life O, what pathetic a creaturemeasuring its worth and that of othersby .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430415/  so this is how it is...reduced to a quick tussle behind locked doors        a brief suck        a lick or twostrictly for formalities sake then a few thrashing thrustsfollowed by a hurried search.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430414/ these thoughts         trapped in the labyrinthof neurons and interneuronsfiring down the synapsesof dead end streets these words        catch in my throatlike desperate screamssilent and burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430413/ my children are like rosesgenerally precioussometimes sweetalmost always beautifulbut sometimes they are simply just pricks   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430412/ I dwell somewhere in the marginsor maybe it is in the spacesthat exist between wordsrelegated to the confining areabetween fantasy and realitylike a breath between sentences I am the emptiness that followsa brief reflective pauseor that instance just beforean idea is put int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430411/  there is nothing worsethan having to smellmy own bullshitto look at myself up and down head to toeand face the inevitable I am have becomethe summation of allthe things I detestthe difference beingI am not afraidto point at the reflection and scream h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430409/ i carry around a listin my headof people i wouldn'tmind seeing dead it ebbs and flowson any given daywishes grantedchanges of heart but at the bottomthere is a spacea name writtenand erased rewritten and erasedso many timesit has becomealmost ille.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430407/ a woman approached mein the parking lot todayshe held a handwritten signit read: "please helpi have 2 childrenneed moneyin the name of jesus" and i couldn't help but thinkwhat a crock of s**tnot her of course but jesuswhat a fake he turned out to be&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430406/  no apathy, no flags, no misinformation        no selfishness for hand outs or ego inflation no hope for change or unfettered devotion        no pressure, no peers or hyper sensitive emotion no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430404/  canabalized from the skyscraperswith leveraged, no risk adjustable, second rate intelligence        but only if you are on the insidepull the linchpinsgrab your refinanced umbrellasand prepare for impact     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/430402/ the other day my son informs me"when i was wiping my butti got poop on my finger"he showed me the finger "did you wash it off" i asked"yup" he said i could not bring my self to tell himsometimes life gets poop on youand more often than not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/388610/ i have it on good authoritythat jesus doesn't believe i exist eitherwhich in my bookmakes him a real stand up guy  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/388207/  i try to make it a rulenot to take into serious considerationthe opinions of someover paid and out of touch idiotwhose head appears in a boxwhose voice can be silencedwhose entire existance in my worldcan be snuffed out with the press of a button though i must admitlik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/387426/  rifling through my drawersI found a peppermint scentedbar of soap and then it dawned on me this wonderful bar of soap will make my ballssmell like christmas  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/386506/  Her sweetness drifts from skin soft and paleshe comes again and I partake of her... inhalejasmine, dandelions and that which is fresherect and exotic and erotic&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/385262/ Hope is bullshitit is that self delusionalmind game we playwith ourselvesto make everythingseem better Hope is a cop outlike believing in godthat somehowthe here and nowis unimportant comparedto what comes later Hope is an excuseto not take responsibilityto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/384833/ The moon leans into sullen measuresthe music ends... naked dancers        lull breathless                ...cuaght        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/383393/ Songs drone in winter's grooveMasquerades pause...         And lovers dieIn silence  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/383392/  A bird that could not fly        lay dying in the dirt It's neck bent        high toward the sun delicate wings        broken and twitching s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/383391/ Everything must alwaysremain dead, yet stillashes would not suffice Burn the ashes!you saidBurn the ashes! You acted as if they would standwalk awayand leave you to yourself  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/383387/ Our profits which art from plunderHallowed be thy gameThy capital comeThy shill be done, on Main Street as it is on Wall StreetGive us high gains for our daily spreadAnd forgive us with public bailouts, though we forgive no one indebted to usAnd lead us not into inflationBut deliver .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/380427/ The crooked stemof a once red rosethat had to dieits petals blackno longer sweetsmells of goodbye  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/380265/ the fly that landedon the leg of my pantssearching for foodand seeking only lifewas unfortunate in thathe found only meand flew off starving  Copyright © 2009 BK Stephens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brianetics/380055/