|Reviews for Bricks|
| Della C 4/27/04 . chapter 1
The Puppet Master: Lets start with the basics... This is cliche... really really cliche... i mean the amount of cliche in this poem, if suddenly transmuted to heroin could OD most of Istanbul. Furthermore I have a general idea of what is going on, but you never actually explain. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TELL ME WHY SHE'S HITTING YOU WITH A BRICK! Did she have to much to drink? Did she get tired of you constantly babbling unoriginal tripe, or are you just trying to use an extended metaphor, without bothering to try and go the distance and really make it work?
Della: He's right you know. But as a small word of... um... not entirely insulting...ness... it's not the absolute worst attempted extended metaphor. You could have done worse. I think.
The Puppet Master: well... that's true... its pathetic... but its true... I've seen worse.