http://slow.writerscafe.org/sadsores The original writings of author sadsores en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776119991 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a practice in automatic writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadsores/1389540/ A tall skinny boy thinks im cute. he thinks i hate him but thats just the way i look at people, like i hate them. and mostly i do, or think that i do. anyway, he’s cute and tall and i want to hug him for a long time but only because he seems like the only person I’d let touch me. He aske.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadsores/1389177/ 1.14.14i thought it was bad to hug him until i realized that every time he touches me i don’t feel the world anymore. things are ok 1.16.14little things i want to have, like the warmth from his body and the same love the ocean has for it’s moon but thats kind of gross. there are bug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadsores/1389151/ i don't exist on average. “You mustn't wander.” You must not hope, or dream, or see things and wonder what they are. We must fall into the natural flow of repetitive gurgitation. In. Out. In. Out. Learned agony. Restriction of urges. I’ve had it. When you’ve only eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadsores/1386502/ absence 4.18.99do you ever feel the insignificance of your own flesh. the intensity of which i vibrate is what separates my bones from rock, and i don’t know, i feel confused, i feel awfuldo you ever wonder why you’re the only one aware of your body, and yet all that you do with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadsores/1386501/