http://slow.writerscafe.org/NonsenseTyper The original writings of author NonsenseTyper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776164598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Walk in the mist and I can't remember who I once was. Disregard my temptations, smoked filled lungs and half broken smile. That's why I can not place in my mind who I will be. A feeling is only reliable when the rushing atmosphere clings upon its silver chest, a chaos of mercury. Alchemy revolves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2444875/ Cooked eyes and broken silver mountains add up to a fraction of a second in the lifespan of a living organism of dust. Swifting through the endless void of dichotomy, negligency and fucked up brains. Swirling around into the sanguinary fog of destroying with your own hands. They say suicide is a ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2359424/ Rising above metamorphosis, holding stillA magnet rings up to a sick beating shrillIn the corners of the world sit giants and antsTurmoil turning to thickness, unheard of danceMistakes I made circulating under wheelA ragged shame I hide as I continuously keelOver and over in a lost bundling cave for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2354255/ Shading normality, I step out into the world. Dreaming of something imperceptible, I pace through the unseen, insane and maddened urgency. What If I fall and on the moment that I gain my momentum, I fall again? Would I get back up? Again? Sometimes the walls creep up on me. A figure of immense diseq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2313832/ Visions of blue, rhythms of beginnings incarnate into some intangible smell of the ocean. Bursting symbolic emotions of nature, blooming into the black rose of death, the starting point of all life. When the drought is delighted, like a cancer grows over the earth, a blanket of deep sleep, let into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2313831/ Running down the tracks I suddenly feel empowered by a sense of awe. When the train passed it was gone. Gave its place to terror and maybe a bit of a thrill. My essence is trapped inside my heart. I ramble on and on about the mystery, the symbolic, the metaphoric and what lies behind the curtain of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2313478/ Borrowed some words from the titles of Sons Of Anarchy episodes! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2313349/ Captured silently by the invisible net of a goddess, my hands are tied around my body. I surround myself in a circular attempt to free and drown all that I am. Strings of glowing fiber, the saliva of the mouth of the witch. Cursed he who is a victim, sacrificial be his flesh, blessed his fire-smoke... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2313249/ Mr. Sophistication acknowledges the problem with the duality of the cosmic entanglement of phenomenon and rejects the possibility of any disturbance in the psychic Formula. So then, you might say with an air of ambiguity that certain incidents will be disregarded from now on in the memory system. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2309514/ A voice from the depth calls out to me. I do not know it. My hands shake but I have no pen to utter the impossible images. Slander is mercy at the hands of the neon electric stuff. Cool would be the air if it wasn't for the sins that heat up this planet. My days are numbered by a thread from a golde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NonsenseTyper/2304732/