http://slow.writerscafe.org/FlyTrappedInAJar The original writings of author TinyCitiesMadeOfAshes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229266 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I find that this is sick and horrid, personalities thinNothing old and nothing new, grotesque and morbid hospice for childrenI slip, I slide and I fall down in the intestines of a whaleIt beached itself much like I did, hearing my heart failLungs giving out, can not take any more, they deflateGaspin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlyTrappedInAJar/501938/ Just using anorgasmia as a metaphor for how things always seem to take a step backward right before they get to the place we desire them to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlyTrappedInAJar/500125/ A song I wrote, partly about being hypocritical, partly about my past drug abuse, and partly about both at the same time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlyTrappedInAJar/494496/ Worst song I've ever been a part of writing, my apologies. Everybody had been drinking. Long story short, it's about a broken radio. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlyTrappedInAJar/494406/