oi. I hate that the review button is in the wrong place.

I think my favorite phrase in this piece was "bloated bodies float like lotus pinwhels around the drowned boulevards" simply because I am a self-proclaimed sucker for that kind of bleak, stark imagery. I also, however, liked the sort-of-but-not play on words "wives' scales" instead of "wives' tales". And you taught me a knew word, which is always something to be lauded.

"Life is not for truth, and not for lies, but only for love, and no more." Stunning final line.

very emotional piece, beautiful technically why ,yes, love is the sole point of life. love yourself as your neighbor tortures you to love himself and other disgusting human wrecks, spellbound minds

Hmm, lovely piece at any rate. I see you are swimming through all possible styles and streams of consciousness variations and I like the fluctuation, the eternal quest for expression ideal of an artist and, chiefly, a man of flesh and bone and grey matter