http://slow.writerscafe.org/stscrivener The original writings of author S.T. Scrivener en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Scars on my arms fadedto memories,faint dirt pathsovergrownwith vegetation.SometimesI want to carve somenew ones,but don't. Instead Idragon cheap cigars,pixels,caffeine and othermore sociallyacceptable formsof masochism, likerelationshipsand p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stscrivener/697792/ October roads arelittered with nostalgia;auburn and crimsonembers sinklike ash to theground,perpetually estrangedfrom the spirited conflagrationas an old man isestranged from his wife of fifty yearsafter knowing her whenher eyes bore the lucidity of an autumn sky,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stscrivener/697784/ When the money flows Like f*****g water Down the drain Remember me when you are high When the demon roarsLike f*****g HellThrough your veins Remember me when you are kissing the bottle When white lightningScreams bloody murder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stscrivener/697783/