http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alienor0Lunete The original writings of author Jeannette Lunete en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776158950 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Showtime.His palms are ready for endless gestures and the audience applauding into oblivion until hands get numb. Every dramatic pause would encourage him to stare into the distance. We all question ourselves about the intensity of his thoughts. 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In our world escapists were served cold to the Universal Court of Apathy. But this time it was by mistake. Unjustified. We barely realized that she was running in circles the whole time. In circles of misconceptions, lies and retractio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1834927/ The water is boiling. No finger prints are signed above your sculp. 10 days since we have left the planet, but the water is still boiling. Trying to turn itself into a geyser. Nothing has changed. The pigeons still s**t over our house's sculpt. Now it serves as a shelter for little teenage  got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1786865/ The rain stopped crossing the fields.She is gone to end the world order and send the moon back to the shelter. Alice asked her if she will return but Wonderland was to sain for a fragile underdog.She would walk away from me without moving in a forest called "Dolores" where the pines are decompo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1742735/ The galaxy has shipped over. Marie-Julie has her last 2 wishes to make. The 1st one on the list - that no one signs up for empathy.The 2nd one - the burning of the list.Raphael will commit the lust for life in his 50s. His uncle Sam has reminded him at the age of 5 that infinity knocks on your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1667973/ Rollercoasters in the sky. I force my steps to be my compass to an another loss of gravity. I have sold sanity.Bathed my eyeballs in lost translations of lucidity. The grass was never slower at pushing my forehead to the underground. The taste of air in my lungs is melting side effects of polar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1655199/ Estranged by circumstances that were rapidly brought up as intrigues, I have squeezed my palms into the shape of a David Star. It is 3.pm. and my name is Aerelis. I travel on minefields and whisperJupiter that my inner spellbound is ready to leave the galaxy of introverted manufacturers of glit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1652698/ Kiwi birds in the skyline forcing the air to be thinner and round the cosmopolitan shade out of the arc.The opium in your tissue was never dark.Center my shade into yours again.Even if the sticking laughter is all we have. Shredder the lake into an ocean,Now float on and never come back.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1616802/ The searchlights are lost in the gloom of my instrospection's cabaret. Upstaged and half-naked thoughts are for a moment just turtlenecked nones.  I enjoy the numbness that they carve into the idolized sound of boorish waves of incompletness. It's the golden ticket to my little neurological sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1600165/ Wide eyes like recreants are trying to feed the world with mincing wonder. They see every stamped dirge but my own. In an augur's vision I'm an expelled raven chased by the bevy of vultures that seem to find my plumage "prim".Am I a self-pity little piece of furniture?Yes. It seems like I'm. Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1592377/ Reconnecting to the flaws of my ancestry. I've switched to the journal with a gaze at the covers "SOCIAL ENEMY AT ITS FINEST."The opportunist would hold my hand and tell me that I shall leave and rearrange the circumstances, but to be honest I don't mind. It's 2099. My deadline. 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Nothing more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1509410/ Gerard's ode to our love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1506165/ The joy of having an epileptic childhood. My childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1496676/ A citizen of parasitic nature is crawling back into my awareness. It absorbs the last mote of my amygdala."Recall me, recall me. Reincarnate the spectrum"- Two sentences. Two centuries of megrim.Every melody was deaf, every colour blind. Just a fluctuation of nebula was offered to me. I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1481598/ Sometimes the nights collide her frightened and wondered by the crowd. They don't see a thing. Just red lipstick  and a reunion of greed that crawls in her eyes. It seems like the streets covered by the sound of a mouth organ playing "Tiny dancer" are playing for her.Aching. Moaning.F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1472821/ Canarie under the dishonorable shades of escutcheon is moving a swan neck into the moonlight. Couperin is playing the last sonata illuminated by the sparkle of her Akoya pearls. "Insensible" etched in her opal amulet. The cross is closer to the underground. With every step she's furth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1460405/ "Nostalgia on sale. The ocean of replayed déjà vu lists has reached drought. I'm never going to come back to be your sand my prim hour glass. ""Powder your forehead and come back to sit with us. We need a whiff of obstinacy to open the bottle of Rosé."The powder has joined her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1451884/ Framed porcelain shutters have seized the ravens away. Dawn rests. Zillion hoar molecules  on her cheekbones. "A paralyzed scythe covers my eyes. My iris seems sheltered in claustrophobic order. I dare you to mould my apathy with soil and shatter it down with your spite." Silence repl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1443856/ An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. ~Mahatma Gandhi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1441096/ I've never used to write down glorified and symmetrical observations about the great loss of obstacles.My smoked viscera did it instead. I may not fear the taste of this loss but I may struggle with the absinthe that they fed me with before I even recognized my own reflection.You may look &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1438540/ I bought my first frustration in front of a white clock with hands that avoid transience. Lukewarm stimulus was shaking my salto into the random. Swinging the husky voice out of my fragile repertory of verbal mutants. I would run over the monticule of bad excuses while I shouted out my cin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1433605/ "I have danced on the last skyscraper. Every brick seemed curious about my final pirouette. The sirens seemed melodic and balanced with the great wanderlust to the white doors of self-embraced dancing.Imagine a neverending dance. Just you and your great intangbility. Sharing the space with a do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alienor0Lunete/1430071/ Chopsticks in her hair. A pipe in his mouth. Stuffed moles joining the scratched wall next to Warhol cans and LPs of indignant Didgeridoo players.Somewhere somehow a  ceiling above the atmosphere is gazing interlaced cuticles.Our cuticles. 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