http://slow.writerscafe.org/sHear The original writings of author sHear en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009770 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hit the wind Santa Ana, get it enveloped. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/886109/ Hello HolesNice to finally meet youIntroduced me to a caustic new world you knowThose catwalks and roads beneath roadsManholes tearing up, revving six cylinder explodersIt's a new world but that river of oil I know wellI've been stuck in it, f*****g it, tearing off my clothesA ravenous insanity base.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/886035/ Scary places http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/885938/ I am a destroyer force now because I am made of fireI am content with nothingMy brain inside is molten metalMy throat is nothing but crystalMy eyes in my face are fireMy hair is made from ash entirelyMy arms are hanging pieces of spent coalMy legs are immolated right down to my anklesMy chest is a f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/885282/ I met god earlierHe told me he was a big deal, but he didn't mean to boast"I'm the father, that's the son, and somewhere around here is the holy ghost."I had so many things to ask him but I think I just fell back asleepI would have asked him whyAcross so many windshields lieFrightened forms of the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/885028/ I'm sick of your stupid faceI can see right through itShit's hitting me in my headRockets of blissful ignoranceWith my face of fiberglassAnd my spine of rebarI'm just a construction siteWaiting in line with all the arsonistsI flew away once because I was made of airI was content with being an ethere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884998/ I got this pen, I'm writing these words from limboI'm writing down a bunch of words as thoughI mean something to somebody somewhereSpending half of my life just realizing I don't careAbout half the s**t that I'm supposed to go through.Shut your mouth, grow some balls, toughen up, and make-do.I've al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884849/ No, that isn't a typo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884828/ When I sit aroundI sit away from the windowsWhen I'm looking downThat narrow path my brain goesCause those eighteen ghosts acting one in the sameAre trying to get outside and ruin my good name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884823/ I'm gonna talk real quick about some things I thinkIt doesn't involve chimpanzees or a missing linkI'm gonna talk real quick about what humans doAll the fucked up s**t that I know you see tooAnd I'm not talking about any Nazi motherlandNot talking about oil prices or three mile islandIt really bums .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884821/ I want to:Tear this place out of it's damn foundations.I want to shoot this building to another location.Cause drywall right now is annoying me,destroying my fragile will to think upwards and probablysinking my head under a thousand pounds of pressure.How can I take part in this ecosystem and broken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sHear/884769/