http://www.writerscafe.org/AlanKhan The original writings of author alan khan en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369224146 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i've gone cold turkey.i sat in an ice cold chamber and bathed in the steam of the earth to force the toxins out of my blood. i used and abused rage.. the lust toward destruction. it pushed through my veins so i felt right. but now i am clean, i don't touch the stuff. i .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/1149072/ a scorpion's sting will not impress for honey i have laid with youplease don't misunderstand me honey you've left me severl cluesfrom the start we were sure that both of us knewyou were not mine and likeswise i did not own youyour bitter taste and and unforgiving grace was what began this fooli.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/1143797/ there was a momentwhen i was made aware of the illusion of all other momentswhere i felt connected to my existence.the past of it.the living second of it.and 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thought yourself safe from me did you not?you'd like to believe that you, now, are able to av.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/1046447/ i've shed rage.i've forgotten chaos.i've attuned myself to silence.i am harmony.but,i still love the rage. i still love the chaos. a heavy enough rhythmand a shock is all that is needed.these primal impulses are forever. i am danger,longing for madness.  http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/971285/ turn to face the breeze and slowly shut your eyes..your senses are dulled by the blunt sight that robs you of joy.shut away the blistering screen and turn toward the stars and slow moving clouds.engulf yourself in the endless void  surrounding you . linger on the fact that the majority of this .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/967799/ wolves worry over only monumental matters. sustenance, sleep,  are among their troubles. useless uneasiness typically trouble hysterical hyenas. whiny whimpers, sanctimonious snickering, loud 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lives. and though yo.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/945040/ filth. and chaotic anarchy.i hope that the tyranny of pretense dies a slow and agonizingly violent death.the greed and prideful self righteous rationale i hope and dream will someday go up in sudden and carnal flame.luminescent and primordial. these are the qualities th.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/920928/ you wouldn't fault a tree for growing would you? wouldn't fault the rain for falling, wouldn't fault a bird for flying, wouldn't fault a baby for crying..hunger and jealousy are petty emotions. rage and murder both tendencies as well. emotions and behaviors largely out of control, organic reactions&.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/909712/ no originality. just my words. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/888275/ now hear me.I have played the villain for a long while.and have played the apathetic spectator for longer than that..but alasi saw fit to allow myself 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the fibers of my life. beaten paths had become crumbled roads of dirt and stone.jagged edges of harsh glass in the wind, had torn and scarred my skin.hazards of life as it were, are treacherous enough..but life in war time, exceeds any leve.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/708816/ for me there isn't a rational distinction between misery and happiness, those are words to represent ideas man's thought up and.. anyways i'm alan khan born the 14th of jan. in 91. brooklyn new york. i dont remember my new york years. we lived in both brooklyn and the bronx. but i remember a lot of .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AlanKhan/705911/ you are a man of pleasures..you live your life according to your obsession with the cultivation of aesthetics. wild debauchery and loathsome acts that cause the falsely divine to shake there heads in shame.you've not a single care in the world that does not exist outside of drink food women and ever.. 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