http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nothing%20Personal The original writings of author Nothing Personal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are way too many men who never take chances,Sitting diagonally across from the corner of the room,I spotted you.The openness between your eyes, your thighs, your whateverI grabbed and pulled (Was it your hair or was it just..)so hard that my hands writhed in painWas I afraid? Too man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1933070/ 1At crossroads and salient islands, Where the normal laws of attraction does not workA faint shriek from somewhere close byWho’s that?A familiar face- Foreign syllables floating on pretty faces A fish definitely knows how long it can stay in waterOr out of it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1823522/ Sitting in an empty office with no windows(claustrophobic)There are too many papers lying aroundThinking of you who is constantly adding random numbersonly to subtract them laterLife is a zero-sum game, someone famously saidThousands are dead nowHundreds are still alive.memories,they haunt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1790545/ Ushering into a new decadenow sinking gladly in oblivionBuzz of blue neon lights from television sets in semi-dark apartmentsMore coffee after 9.00 pm in open to midnight coffee shopsUnconventional music playing on the speakerssupposedly a context for my lifeThere is sometimes the kindness of hostes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1749217/ Is it any different if I call this a story? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1615799/ The flag flutters in the airHail and mightythe wind that blows througha passing Santa Ana through the lengtha Katrina through the breadththe air is despicableI cannot find a fresh gulp to breatheliving my goldfish dreamfor everywhere I go, immobility afflicts meand my country fol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1341167/ .....Orpack some scotch in a bottle of coke so that it would be scotch but would look like coke and would drink like coke , but only afterwards (with the head spinning and the body feeling light and the mind will be less heavy from the unbearable heaviness of life)would it feel like scotch , a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1201247/ When there was still time,there wasn't time.There wasn't you,born right at the middle of Babylon at the loin of all religions and probably all races.You weren't special,but you could have been my answer.My answer, my doorway,The doorway to an unseen world.And boy, you had left the doorway partially .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/1136764/ thank you for calling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nothing-Personal/972679/ There wasn't anything as it seems. 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