http://slow.writerscafe.org/JohnMick The original writings of author But,itis,theend en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972851 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why do people think I'm smart when I accomplish nothing? I accomplish nothing. I take action only out of absolute necessity. I manage my life in such a way that I have minimal responsibility. A calculated measure on every level. 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How similar to history are we?We just get to live it this time. This now.The swirling vacuous whirlwind Blowing down streetsTouched by idiocy Spans the generations An absolute refusalTo learnAbout anything of interest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnMick/2056596/ I am ridiculously deep for you. You pretty crazy absolutely crazy flower. A nice soft purple.You are a nice soft purple though. Velvet pedals. Everyone sees your easy beauty. Natural as the sky. 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Nothingseems to find me.It's all just a passerbyThe smile is genuine The moments matterIt's more a function of beingAppreciative forBeing here in the first placeRather than a natural grinOf an existence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnMick/1847239/ We sit againacrosspoorly filling the wornsmooth plasticboothI listen to you speakhurriedly separately intriguedwatching your deft, slenderfingers offhandedly assessthe proper wayto eat your muffinThe way you lean inHow your eyes changejust a touchwhen unsureAnd there is no endto your finer detailsI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnMick/1846923/ There is a pin point center to us allAnd no personCan ever share itDo not believeIt will see the lightOf anotherIt is the loneliness of itThat drives our hopeLearn how to keep itAnd cherishThe honesty of its Seperation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnMick/1843399/ Love is an idea. There are no rules in its construct. In no way is it static and ever well defined. 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