http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lucifuge The original writings of author Lucifuge en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Here, we find ourselves again. Not so much on the cusp of greatness as looking down the barrel of swollen feet and a nagging suspicion of nearby dreadful events. I found myself taking the wrong fire-escape and was upset to learn of its wrongness and to look back at the closed door of my passed-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/658672/ Yeah, it happened just like that.  On a week long drunk we do obscure and sometimes frightening things.  That warm feeling when the bile comes is your get-out clause but f**k! theres more anger and pissing in alleyways to be had by the bottle-soldier.  I think about the girl who lives.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/649207/ The day i went to look for a suit i became very angry, very quickly.  I had been in the town fifteen minutes at a push when i began to look for an entryway or even a f*****g open window to heave my guts out.  They were everywhere. The streak haired sons of council estate thrustings.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/604358/ Yesterday evening i scrambled up the church wall and looked at one of the last places i had felt right. We would sit here in greasy, long-haired droves and plastic bags fluttered. Waiting.  At dark the people with bad trousers, little caps and nothing to say to each other wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/579810/ There he was. Jed. He had joined the workforce at McIntyre and King, Brunswick Dock and ate with his face for the most part.  His head was bullet shaped but his pace was slowed by chemicals he took for his brain. Some kindly f****r had thought i needed to care for a man who ate with h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/564731/ I couldnt go into the rooms i had rented because i had locked the key in there. There was a lady who owned the florists downstairs who had a key but she was not open this early.  She had a round face and always sang Danny Boy because i was irish, but the flowers were garish and i had no pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/561991/ I woke up and my head and hands were numb. It was freezing, the heater didnt work and i sat on the side of the bed with the duvet i never liked.  There was no light in the room so i felt around, found my lighter and lit it. On the duvet was some blood and i knew i&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/561721/ It was early and i stood at the window beside the curtain with the dust. It was warm and i began to cry as though i had been told something and it yanked and twisted. That wasnt it, so i sat down and looked around at all the pointless people and all the broken things th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lucifuge/561699/