http://slow.writerscafe.org/Trane69 The original writings of author Ivan A. Bosco en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779855373 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Naked skin that I touch,Naked skin that I lick, Naked Skin wich upon I sinSoft, warm, naked http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677685/ Time come and done,the place, the time, the space, no coincidence, just what he saw is what there was,reality, raw naked reality,is this not better than a scented lie? A pragmatic world for pragmatic men, vomit, news, tragedies, this is a every day sight to any,where can one shel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677682/ "You ugly son of a b***h, got ya" he yelled as he threw an old tennis shoe at the mosquito. His rancid laugh echoed through his room, he was victorious, he killed his enemy, he could now rest. Minutes passed, they turned into hours and he still wasn't asleep, he felt nervous. Did he really killed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677678/ Angry is the music, angry is the soul Beast like lungs blowing trough, creating melody, turning noise into spirit Long lost memories, found feelings, vivid imagery of what inhabits us. Devour me music.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677674/ Stomping the ground the great steps of the crowd roar through the streets,a mass, a formless mass of hurried figures, archaic, ghostly figures rushing through,not a single one of them seems to notice,not a single one seems to care,for this is the city.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677665/ "S**t" he thought to himself, for he had again forgotten his pack of cigarettes in the back seat of his car, he was a bit late and he wouldn't go back for them, he could control his anxiousness with other things, but certainly not as much as with a good cigarette. He walked through the sunken street.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1677660/ A short remembrance of insomnia and tiredness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1676716/ A mock of nausea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1676714/ An experiment on spontaneous prose, from the inside to anyone who may read it, thanks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1676711/ Spontaneous prose, I feel (as always) extremely nervous about feedback, I'm trying to find my place in writing and I dream about dedicating my life to art, this is the first one of many writings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Trane69/1676708/