Dirty Pretty Things by Michael Faudet
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
It achieved the "Dirty" part of it. At least with words. But Faudet was not able to take me there, you know *wink wink. I was expecting that kind of effect on me. Considering, am the kind of woman, open to this kind of dirty. Or may be, I really lost it all. Rigor mortis frigid! LOL
I had a few favorites tho. But there were really a lot of just plain "dirty" ones. I was kinda looking for something more. And I didn't find it here. Just like Lang Leav's, her boyfriend's a bit over the top kind of overrated. At least, they're havin' really groovy sex, at their house, by the sea. Made me hate 'em even more. Arrrghhhhh
I think it's time to move on to Anain Nin ;)
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I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
jusz dirty.
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