http://slow.writerscafe.org/whostruehue The original writings of author sherwin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033693 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 homage to Werner Herzog's film. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/792773/ Deadeye Dickhead,  Is there too much of a good thing?  Too much that you don't know where the bad ends or begins.  The lie is the run of the mill thing,  too good to pass up when your thoughts aredead, shortcomings.  The subject is the alien matter  excreting from your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/769887/ Iron handsPoint!See a smile,it goes for miles,on the upside lookingdown.Have it make you, lets call it evenwhen it breaks you.But when the tea kettle whistlesit's like the skin off a goat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/734353/ It's not one of my favorite. I try to set the bar high for myself and my writing but I think i might have missed it on this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/727208/ Again, I like to set the bar high for myself and my writing and Im not sure if I reached that point with this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/721972/ The relentless pretentious good intentions relay the utilization of ones inner creativity and self growth. This is going to be the death of us, so to say, the death of ones self growth mostly in the form of internal and/or external creativity and to which the effects of them would of had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whostruehue/721939/ Ideas were bred in the headSo that makes you a mind reader's breeder.If time was slanted,do we let it slide?I'm on the upside lookingdownI'm in the circle goinga roundI'm in you looking at memaking a pleaDesperation claims. 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