http://slow.writerscafe.org/Accord_Insane The original writings of author Accord_Insane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776181418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometime between my last bumper car rideand my first girlfriendI forgot a lot ofthings.I forgot the excitement of an amusement parkwith its swirling colorsand swiveling rides,its starts and stops, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn and the heart wrenching feeling of a ride coming to an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1177712/ Glibbowas still ploggering numbishly when The Gorb entered.“Arro,”he blarbed, waggling flabbishly.TheGorb let out a rasp, grappling clobbishly with his pib.“NarbFarb,” The Gorb proclaimed viciously, as he pronged a nearby Spog.Glibboshrummed flibulan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1175424/ Drag me in at six a.m. chained to my backpack Half asleep, in my most vulnerable state Shackle me to your chairs and desks Square holes and round pegs.   And here comes education like a cold shower But you’re not teaching us to live, to learn, You’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1175234/ I feel yourpain as you tear yourself away from reality and slam into the pouring rainoutside with Sum 41 still blaring in your ears, even though your headphones arelying by the bench next to all the empty cups and sweaty towels. Sixty-four tosixty-five. I can still see the look on your face .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1175178/ I need someone to stop meThis train wreck, screeching,Self-destructingI need someone, I need something.Living is like pulling teeth,Roots deep, in retreat,Grasping, clutching,I need someone, I need something.I am evil, sleeper cell,Waiting to erupt,Send you running,I need .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1175107/ I will write the wordsAnd you can do all the workAnd tell me what they mean.He sits before a vast canvasA mirror of his empty thoughtsAnd carefully paints it white.Flexible. Neutral. Noncommittal. His words are shape shifters, doppelgängersTurncoats willing to bend and bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1174507/ Anthem for the uninspiredSitting listless, languid, tired Concentration breaking, tearing Boredom crushing, dark, despairing.Sluggish movement, numb sensation Wounded, crippled concentration Vacant face and slow reactions Finding meaning in distractions.Empty paper, gaze aver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Accord_Insane/1174506/