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!!!
Enjoyed this.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
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inspired. Good'un ! :)
Cheers
Alain
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