http://slow.writerscafe.org/Unibrowed%20Unabomber The original writings of author Tigran Avoundjian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Where do they go when no one's watching?Where do they go when there's no one home?Do they dwell where the flowers diedConsumed with grief and drowned in gloom?Drowned in gloom they wait for the dayWait for the day that the flowers bloomThe flowers bloom and the world escapesThe world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/316302/ once more...with feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/305684/ this must be some kind of post mortem post modern downfall of instinctual behavior patterns driven by the corruption of the human soul and it's degradation of common sense and civil obedience.What ever happened to the white picket fence and the bright green lawn and aluminum siding whitewashed nic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/305676/ 93 years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/254369/ automatic writing. 3/12/08 10:07 AM PST http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/232265/ short and sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/227643/ My Muse no longer laughs with meDoes not sing of blazing suns,Tempestuous seas.My Muse no longer sings to meNo longer churns the mill of ingenuity.My thoughts bend with her to the NorthTo lands of infinite fields - where sparklingEmerald greens absorb blazingR.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/224701/ why is everyone asking me that lately? "what makes you, you?", "what goes on in your head?" "why is your mind such a labyrinth?" you're the fourth person this (still infantile) week to ask me that.i don't know what it is that makes me me.  It's the little circl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/223400/ two parter spoken word -- debuted (sort of) 2/16/08 @ The Roxy with Valley Circle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/215298/  Boy fetch my soapbox and two bottles of wine,This gon be a long'n A light from Hell shines down and pierces through the HeavensIlluminating Lucifer beating in my chest and Damien sleeping in my womb Breathing is now an artformLungs painted blackBlend with red staine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214553/  Where's my soapbox? I feel like preaching! I've got the madness Of a thousand dreams Painted against the walls of my skull But when I roll my eyes back to hear their wisdom All I see is the cobwebs in my cranium It seems that crusty old hunchback of a gatekeeper Has shut ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214550/ old restored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214549/ old restored. journal entry-esque, very mad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214548/ old restored. AFNY inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214546/ old restored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214545/ old. restored. new title! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214543/ old restored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214542/  It seems we cannot hang on To the innocence of childhood fantasy - Invincible cloaks and candy coated dreams Of living forever under a lemon drop sun. Although spring may ring with a child's playful laugh, Calling for the banishment of winter's icy glare, Even the invulnerability.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214540/ old restored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214539/ old restored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214538/ old restored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214537/ old restored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214534/ more old writing restored http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214532/ old...restoring old writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214530/ loneliness sits              (upon                 a              pile of &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/214277/ L'Eden, aka Little Eden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/213559/ This light that sleeps within my headPrevents me from speaking out againstThe evils that I know exist amongThe goodness of this world. And these lights that shine upon my backFrom stars and suns and crescent moonsPrevent me from calling outWhen you're screaming as you attack.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/210732/  Eyes watching from celestial cloudsLooking out from behind intergalactic nebulaVeiled in smoke and mirrorsOur lives are connectedOur hands chiral carbon copies of each otherImprinted and outlined with the same black inkThat drips from the tip of a divine magic marker. Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/209728/ smile from the streets you hold within your handsfilled with honking cars and little feet in tiny crowds.laugh from the buildings that trickle out of cracks, abandoned, desolate and falling like grains of sand.frown from the seas that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unibrowed-Unabomber/206824/