http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gonzo The original writings of author John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057276 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stopped somewhere along the way .It was a blank place with even more blank faces .They seemed just as detached as myself.There is a true beauty of being alone .I haven't seen a familiar face in weeks .But then again I haven't had the headache of having to pretend I care either .I thought about whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gonzo/1821308/ She had no reason and I wasn't going to ask.Her  body left as her thoughts I was removed from long ago.The rides that we viewed from the pier the sunrise and passed drinks I was a phantom a shadow of the man who gave all to the page and nothing to her.No magic holds more true than the wave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gonzo/1734646/ I hadn't had the time to think let alone write the room was a oven and outside was a blast furnace take your choice which hell you prefer me I found more comfort in the bar least they had A.C.  And cold beer. 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