http://slow.writerscafe.org/xiaxiangx The original writings of author Madame X en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023688 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fuq u. who the hell do u think u are? i am more woman than you could ever dream of, think up or fantasize about. that's why ur little punk a*s is afraid. poor scared little boy, always doubting, always trying to compare me to ur other less than savory girlfriends who have no clue as to who they are,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/1059377/  i sit alone in my darkest hour wondering, contemplating, needing to understand why people feel the need to be so very cruel.....how they can find pleasureable justification in perverse twisted angst and uncaring behavior. So oblivious some are that even a single careless thoughtless word, act .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/1059375/  i am everything and nothing, all at once.......my dreams are nightmares that haunt me in my waking hour....do i dare to dream or do i just simply exist in this hollow shell known as life? do not try to understand me but instead allow yourself to flow into my essence...do not be afraid...it wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/1059374/ do you haunt me....yes.  do you want me....yes but you're afraid. of my womanliness...of my rapture...my truth, my essence frightens you only because the experience is nothing you have ever felt before. you are too comfortable dealing with mortal beings.  fantasy...unicorns...dragon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/1053921/ what what what! am I too bold for you..am I too much for you...do I make you uncomfortable...does my mood take too much mind power for you to digest the scintillating. the macabre. the intense. what!?! aww damn! i forgot you have no soul..you have no essence..no honor. just a pipsqueak on the creep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/1053915/ My fantasies of you always seem to start out as waking dreams but soon when I fall asleep you appear: Always my body is warm with anticipation of you walking in the door as I wait...hungry for your touch, your mouth, your young strong body pressed against mine, but just when I can almost taste you, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/689474/ do u even know who u are? where does ur abyss begin and truth end, or is it the other way around? i can't judge. i have my own arguments and disagreements within myself. ur silence is deafening. it's like a high-pitched police siren blaring down the tunnels of my mind but only i can hear it. such sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xiaxiangx/689471/