http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tango%20Barraza The original writings of author Tango Barraza en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776348175 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 burn me like a chariot horse on the coldest night of our goddamn lives,sleep next to my beautifully charred body and warm your baby blue lips,my shadow will look at you with love, and my spirit will do the rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/742658/ the emotional processof love,an appropriatemassacre of logic, it's what I've been waiting for,but there werehandicaps,the biggest onebeing, expecting too much. of expecting the completely unimaginable.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/709939/ i am about to die,and death never looked so good.the complexity of life, has confused many of us, and thoseclosest to me, gave me thingsi didn't want, solitude andindifferencetheir favorite gifts,but there is only so much of your timethat you can share,i now realizethat i relied too much on them,not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/709921/ track, track, track, children boom, children boom, all the flowers in the world need explosions,all the flowers in the world need explosions, a woman licking her lips,nice and red in slow motion, all the world needs are flowers, mid-explosionall the world nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/697873/ a black deepspace, pulls at us,our mind goes 1000 miles in reverse, our memories explode through the back of our heads,our essence,our only mirror.and as we see the destruction of our flesh, as the madnessends,we feeeeel,             &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/687662/ Christ dying on the cross, suffering for my sins,that was Average.Her nakedbody, laying gently on the floor,waiting for me,that was something. that was really something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/687286/ you gotta keep living,gotta keep killingthe madness,because its not going to kill itself,and its not going to stopfrom killingyou,you gotta kill it everyday,as many times as possible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/687227/ It seems that theweight of existence can fall upon you,in an instant,and life becomes too much,Putting on your socks,cutting your nails,combing your hair,Becomes murder,it becomes rape,Unbearable,destructive,Driving to workbecomessuicide,Getting back home,burningin hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/687220/ dont just sitthere, f*****g do something,we all have to do something,we can't justsit,and live, we have todo everything else, we have to be, if we don'twe are nothing,and the worldwill call usfearful,chicken s**t,p***y,andafraid, and when we see themadn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tango-Barraza/687193/