http://slow.writerscafe.org/theunknownsith The original writings of author The Unknown Sith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986597 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ssso I'm trying to escapebut it's not shaping up to be a good get awayAssassinated at the starting gate I am damned, for they kill what they don't understandI just wanna get off this ride and find a cold dark place to hideThis life is spinning so fastthere is no need for seatsWe are just bodies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/3128483/ This is pretty much my daily text between me and my baby! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/3127865/ And in these final moments...I suppose Only Christ seems to knowabout what seems to be the evil forcesI am always destined to opposeIt is the lecture of my life Oh, they always have adviceabout what I missed and about how there's so much more than just this...It's death in a goodnight kiss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/3124214/    This is a disclaimer to all those who may care. There's nothing here nor there, just emptiness, madness from constant failures that always turn inwards, into a pit of sadness.    "These are the words of a defeatist!" I keep telling myself as I keep reminding the voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2959635/ AshI stand on the precipice of madnessNo will left, as I weep before the weight of bending sadnessI am only a fraction of what I used to be Half the man, then subtracted again into threesI care not whether to stay or leaveI fall to the ground, turning reddish brown like Autumn leavesThis fire n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2957873/ "One way, or another, I'm going to find ya I'm going to get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2957686/ I open my box, hang my hat, and walked right in. I moonwalk backwards, playing jazz hands into sin.When I finally end all of this,is when it all really begins.Making tempers flare is what makes me grin. My life always seems to be a chalked outline of a man drawn with a charcoal grim. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2945925/ the devil's in the de-tails http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2943203/ For our anniversary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2942188/ Time is short - until you make time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2937294/ ...the bloodclot... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2931808/    He hit the door so fast it made me laugh, but with his every gasp I could tell that out of our short time together this might be our last. She screamed "Tommy no!" as he flew out the front door with a gun in tow. I cried in my high chair. I was still not old enough to form the words to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2927546/ Catch your favorite golden oldies such as Earth", "the big bang theory", and the sci-fi hit "Mars" all on the Milkyway station. A place where re-runs rule the galaxy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2927247/ " ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2920997/ return to sender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2919826/ Useless knowledge for stoners during the munchies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2919395/ 20 minute writings...to entertain myself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2919379/ ...In the darkest of nights, if you look hard enough, you can always find specs of lights.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2912782/    Ah, my old friend Death. There is no escaping my friend. He comes for everyone. He doesn't discriminate. He could careless about your sex, race, or what you believe. He has been hunting us all since our birth and sooner or later we all meet him. Honestly, if you think about it he is the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2911464/ it makes no sense or does it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2910439/ Hello, it's me can't you see?Hypnotizing light illuminatedBring forth the nightCosmic creator fatedTo chase the sunI am your only one.MoonHey,When you look at me, all you see is a man? or think I am made of cheese?But, I have been watching you for centuries. From when you we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2907057/ Under the overpass is a cult of gray. Here lies a mini-city of its own; in descending decay. Intertwined with graffiti, tents, mental illness, dirty needles/mattresses, empty liquor bottles, broken dreams/condoms, inhabited by those that have lost the ability to be in society. It's all a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2906528/ ...the blood clot.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2905896/ Revisited http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2901991/ .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2901287/ ...abstract to the facts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2900453/ Welcome to the bloodclot, a space or place for abnormal thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2899863/ Edison's cone.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2896503/ ...if you'll listen.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2890412/ Po-et-ry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2885357/ Even in the best hands, somethings can't put them back together again.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2884636/ ...a bad a*s, with a type cast, in a black mask, killed by a man in a white hat, aside a fat short guy in briefs, who didn't bring a gun, but does bring comic relief... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2883946/ )U*!@= OU812 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2883741/ The Father , The Son , and ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2882728/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2882269/ Who made who? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2873977/ "Pa-rum-pa-pa-pum" I was the kid at the bus stop with high tops and the ankle high red striped tube sock. When we used to play cassettes in a boom box. I was a Heinz 57' mutt with a bowl cut. A lone wolf who acted like he was raised by such. When we use to brown bag lunch.   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2872602/ dinner is ready... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2872403/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2866755/ We fear what we don"t understand.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2864206/ "What is the true definition of heaven and hell? Said from a dying angel right before it fell." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2863514/ 3 Musketeers candy bars are by far the basic level candy bar to the likes of say, a Milky way witch adds caramel to a nougat that is cocooned in a chocolate shell, this is a great addition to the sugary mix, this is not to be confused with a broke in half drier version crap .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2859394/ 1,2,3,4...no more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theunknownsith/2858905/    The winter is cold to those of hollow soul. The wind cuts through the thin skin that is you. To a vision that is gloomy white neither giving way to the day nor the night. The snow lashes and drift to create a tide of mist. 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