Hold a thought and press it against the wall with the back of the head. A pressing matter and the smooth of it all finds ridges building up from the joins in the jambs. Doze off and that's the game of spreading ideas of sleep with a physical cue that offers nothing more than impressions of gestures.
Treacherously heartfelt story of a boy who inspires many others from behind a T-shirt for a costume. Superb transference of that attention deficit disorder world from all the various artists paying tribute. Neck knows no amount of rubber applique to suffer the snapping friction of watching the style of the scene change as frequently as the turn of the leaves.
Feeling rather lighter than a roll of sticky notes, the story runs up hard and slams into this sense of prevailing danger. One that cannot but hope to face off against the flimsy weight and hold. Barely there in the dimension of the palm and yet a greatly fulfilling read with flying fragments cause for much dodging on questions of supposed reality.
Continuity twists, contorts and bubbles an implosion outward and inward of itself. Surprisingly easy to follow, then again, with it being a jump-in issue, no less to expect. Smart and whale spearing jabs at the very unnatural inbred containment fields and concealment of rabidly investigative inclined readers. Of many which there are and should be to at least show that history and enjoyment need not be mutually exclusive concepts. Where there are no grey areas, like the lines in movies ham-ram fisting a point, black and white is a markedly busy landscape to shoot eyes across in fields of ensuing battles
Soon Van - Wednesday, December 13, 2006 - 18:01
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