His cheekbones pronounced, his slight bristle of stubble, his brows immaculately-shaped, he positively glowed from the picture frame. He could have modeled. Perhaps not on the runway, for his demeanor was too humble, too approachable. He lacked the stark, cold angularity usually reserved for runway types – those exiguous flesh mannequins, paid to shut upContinue reading “Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?”
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The Woeful Harnessing of a Wild Heart
a man feels guilt for his rage and words which came as roars of infantile fury
Every horror story has victims and monsters.
Some great mind conceived, in times self-obsessed upon creative genius, the horrid comedy unfolding moment by moment around us. We all, from the chattering masses of giggling girls adorned with glittered cosmetics, cosmo-politan branded attire, handbags and clutches, and fingernails; to the brash and brazen boys with wooden smiles, and plastic, remote controlled personalities; we allContinue reading “Every horror story has victims and monsters.”
