http://slow.writerscafe.org/schanzilla The original writings of author schanzilla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006204 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she's probably unsatisfiedread it in the liner notes of her morning songit's not a joke but it feels like itlike too much coffeelike twenty-one dying a slow death at thirty-foursome broke but i kept the changeand Escher on acid gave a vague sense of that mortalityi couldn't rhyme it, i wouldn't both.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/schanzilla/1472776/ scream yourself to sleep, my little angeli think it all tastes pretty much the samelike hundred proof and flavor countryand going downi'm better like hardwood on bare toessofa fell into forever like you couldn't touch bottomno, you couldn't touch bottombut you got what you wished for with your barga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/schanzilla/1468885/ not waiting for answersit's a cold beer away from okaya diamond lined with malfunction, ileft here the smaller half of 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