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			<title>nothing about nothing</title>
			<description>argument with the boyfriend.</description>
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			<title>mania</title>
			<description>The peak of the high, was worse than any low.To be too much,want too much,NEED too much,was a dreadful, and most troublesome state.To be&amp;nbsp;knowledgeable&amp;nbsp;the fact that satisfaction was a thingnever to be met, not in this mindset.too lively, too restless, too lacking in company.I wish to find ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/841249/</link>
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			<title>Your opinion is the only one in question</title>
			<description>If you write out of a need to satisfy anyoneaside from yourself, consider yourself pulled from the race.Others can perhaps inspire your writings,or act as a muse,but if you're writing out of hopes toplease them, there is nothing worse.You&amp;rsquo;ve sold to them your mind,your words,your truth.Without..</description>
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			<title>Drunk enough to believe anything</title>
			<description>Drinking,for the first time in a long time,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;yet it couldn&amp;rsquo;t feel more&amp;nbsp;familiar.&amp;nbsp;Throwing back beer, shot, bottle, at a time.&amp;nbsp;I had no&amp;nbsp;preference, and it hardly mattered.&amp;nbsp;so long as it went down quicker than my ghosts could surface.&amp;nbsp;When I drank, I drank..</description>
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			<title>There is no cure for the Wicked</title>
			<description>Ruined,but not&amp;nbsp;entirely.Despite your best efforts,Traces of my former self still remain,though very badly mutilated.I am no longer bitter,but I am sad.Not for me, but for you.I was once of the impression that it wasnot possible to live without a heart,But you falsify this theory entirely.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/833264/</link>
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			<title>I hope you can handle the uncensored version, it's your only option.</title>
			<description>Every writers style is different,mine probably being the ugliest of them all.Others with their skillful imagery will paint for you a picture formed from words.each of them having been beautifully, perfectly, and purposefully placed.They can present even the saddest of feelings in a polite and gracef..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/832033/</link>
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			<title>I am Dreadful, I know, but you're even worse.</title>
			<description>Many things about me, my way of thinking, communicating, reacting to and about life, people, and circumstances are and have always been distinctly different from most others. However,that being said, if there was one thing in particular that uniquely set me apart from so many of the people I know, i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831923/</link>
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			<title>Sirens </title>
			<description>My initial reaction to the sound of an ambulance is never sorrow,&amp;nbsp;But rather envy.I can never help but think what a lucky person they areThat they might have actually found their way out.I close my eyes, wishing it were me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831795/</link>
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			<title>Infidelity </title>
			<description>The affairs by nature fill both the need to self destruct, and the need to self serve.No other experience can cause you to hate yourself more, or to feel more alive.The lying, the betrayal, the running out into the night.Without exception it fills you with disgust, guilt, and shame, but if that were..</description>
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			<title>Happiness can wait</title>
			<description>Happiness is a simple choice that many of us turn away due to an unwillingness to part with our baggage. There is some sick love affair between a person and those things and people that bring them misery. At any moment a choice can be made to part ways with our misery, but consciously we choose not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831785/</link>
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			<title>My pride is my companion </title>
			<description>I have often found myself accused of being somewhat of a prideful individual. Its an accusation that can be hard to form a reaction to. It&amp;rsquo;s true, there are many aspects of myself that I hold at high value, but am I wrong in doing so? What makes one man more proud than another, and if the prid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831783/</link>
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			<title>Beware those most desperate for your company</title>
			<description>The individuals best kept at a distance are those who fear distance the most. Anyone who always needs company and goes to great lengths to avoid being without it is someone to be wary of. If someone cannot handle their own company, and runs away from themselves, shouldn&amp;rsquo;t you? They are frighte..</description>
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			<title>Tempting Danger</title>
			<description>I sit watching as a man slowly and carelessly makes his way across a busy intersection. Cars sitting at the red lights, their eager, power filled engines idling, much like a beast stalking its prey. The man however seems to be deaf to the threat of their roar. Never giving so much as a thought to th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831779/</link>
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			<title>Night Terrors </title>
			<description>Outside the world turns black, inside I sit alone.I know they are coming for me,I hold no intention of putting up a fight.The nightmares of my past, reborn.To die would be more inviting.Crushed beneath my body weight in sadness.Fear eating at my gut.My soul soaked in liquor,My heart starving for hop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831735/</link>
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			<title>Coffee, Cigarettes, and Adderall .</title>
			<description>The A team.Over energized, and underfed.The longer you stay awake, the easier it gets.You&amp;rsquo;ll sleep when you&amp;rsquo;re dead.Forget food, it&amp;rsquo;s always been your ruin.Survive on speed instead.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831719/</link>
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			<title>History repeating </title>
			<description>Shh, pay attention.If you had been you would have already seen this coming.Can't you see it?She&amp;rsquo;s starting to disappear again.We should have know it would happen again.And now while the rest of us hold our breathfearing what we know will come nextshe breaths easy,at least for now.But to her th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laa0329/831717/</link>
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			<title>Seeking Only the Mercy of Death</title>
			<description>Suicide</description>
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