I've always been lost in the words of the ancient gods, primitive romantics, aquagreen sea creatures, and the dreaming mad. But never has it bored my feeble little cerebrum. Never have I ceased to cry out for more. This and this reason only is why literature ranks so highly on my naive little list of life essentials...
I envite you to catch a fallen angel by the toe... wander into a subliminal
message... wander into a beautiful yet unreachable nirvana... or just wander.
It's good for you!
---sappy and sleep-inducing... don't bother.
---airplane book... sell to someone you loathe
---ticky, fuzzy, mild but slightly entertaining...
---ooomphh! damn, this is GOOD shtuff, babeeey! definately tingly fresh.
---better than a good acid trip, better than raping a mongoose, by george,
i'm in LOOOOVEEEEE!
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"...Perhaps he was handsome, perhaps I liked him, perhaps I found him repulsive, I couldn't be sure of that either. All I saw was that he was different from us, he was like an animal or like a spirit or like a picture, he was different, unimaginably different from the rest of us..." This gorgeous story is a warm fuzzy endevour that will either captivate or frighten you. It's magickal, and incredibly fucking readable! I can't even tell you why... you've just gotta read it! Something about the secondary "hero", Demian, his eyes, his soul, his warmth just radiates throughought the novel. It's almost as if you've wandered into a collective memory bank. Very intriguing. A deserver of five... count 'em... five witch heads!
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