The morning you ate me alive I, in turn, devoured your mouth, staring hard and still your eyes, inky black slits at near dawn, resembling sea slugs or leaches, which sucked me to their depths as I swam the length of your spine, diving deep into your skull matter.
Very powerful insights into your psyche. And yes the archetypes are vibrant. I lilke how you write and express yourself. There is something about your writing that sounds eternal and oval.
Cheers
Alain
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 16, 2004
Wow! Didn't know if I was reading a dissertation from a Steven king novel or some light reading from the lab of Dr. Moraau. By the time I shivered through to the last line I realized that you had written about my own special love. Thank you.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 16, 2004
Oh the loveliness of such a Vortex!!!
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Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
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inspired. Good'un ! :)
Cheers
Alain
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