http://slow.writerscafe.org/InfinityGuitars The original writings of author Ben M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208034 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 its gonna snow outside tomorrow and the next day and wednesdayand i just drove for about an hour and its 11:38 PMand i watched as my headlights skipped out past little dark airand further out into the nighti thought about the snowand maybe sliding down a hill on sleds with friendsand how my face wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfinityGuitars/1497982/ i’m thankful for the fact i didn’t do anything awful when she was next to melike have my arms fling around like a blow-up mascot outside of a car dealershipi could have done that and it didn’t happen and i’m gladi’m thankful for how close our legs were togethermade me n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfinityGuitars/1346280/ FiguresInternal dialogue infernal diaphragm Formatting4x6 Note Card and poor dietForgetfulness twisting clouds on top of head and zero visibilityFutureseparate pathways uncertain noises and paradigmsFesteringsadly small and increasingly worseFacsimile impossible attainment improperFantasyrose touch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfinityGuitars/1284648/ It’s weird how when she looks at me my legs feel like they’re made of rocks, they get all stiff all of the sudden. 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