http://slow.writerscafe.org/dhoeweler The original writings of author dhoeweler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776030954 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Reverend Paranoia And His Psychotic TalesBy Jacob HowellReverend ParanoiaIt is December of 1999, soon before my death, and I am sitting with my roommates smoking an odd substance. My roommate Phil sits next to me telling me to inhale deeper. 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Fortunately I am a master of evasion as I had escaped them for years until one day I let my guard down.On this day there were two very suspicious people that were following.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/491734/        Some years ago a rich man drove through the city in a limousine and stopped to speak to a homeless man. “Sir, why are you without housing and food?” “A disability has caused me to loose everything, and I n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/478494/ God, they say, is all knowing and I am jealous of him for this . I wanted to surpass my creator in every way conceivable, to be greater than him and eat from his forbidden fruit of ultimate knowledge. I had tired of his world and wished to create my own, built from pure thought and imagination where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/462559/ Today I watch the news and hear talk about how the lunatics and madmentorture the souls of the good, law abiding people. I know full well that I easilycould have been someone seen on the five-o-clock news that committed somevile act. In an alternate history I could have been institutionalized or in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/455336/ I was introduced to Aripiprazole by my doctor when I started becoming manicand delusional towards the end of 2006. It was one of the few times in my life Iever remember being manic.Mania, for me, seemed to be a natural speed or high beyond what ordinarypeople feel. Your thoughts start to race, your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/455333/ I was disabled during this period of my life from the intense side effects of themedication, and therefore left to the hands of others.I ended up living with my parents.During a typical day I would sleep 10 hours, then go to my computer and engulfmyself in some sort of online fantasy world. 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Mostly I would sit in my room during this period chainsmoking and playing with strange ideas and theories in my head, breakingb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/407792/ Joe Parker lived in a beat up trailer home with his dog Quisno. His hair was ruffled and he had a brownish beard that was scruffily trimmed. He usually wore holy T-shirts that were changed on a weekly basis. He found out years ago, the only clothing you needed to change daily are your socks and unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dhoeweler/407626/ I was considered dangerous so few wanted to help me. This barrier betweenthese two worlds called morality and law was insurmountable and for thisreason I was left to fend with my own irrational devices. 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