warm tea comedowns by spart arcad

i am glad this got cherry picked because it is just really a lovely expression of writing this peice and the style of writing you have it is clumsy and poetic as if you do not have full control its nice. i lke the fact you have this character i like that he does not have a name only his fears and his doubts and his feelings but you have him this room maybe (is it a room or his mind or i was thinking his mothers womb) i love this bit :)

'... In my bed, sweat linen and boredom, sipping my tea I imagine she is an impromptu galactic angel, slowly dripping to earth, one day the whole world will oscillate to her gargantuan bee winged trombone blasts, she shall ripple along the beaches, depositing burnt muffins and flat sponge cakes for our imagination to consume as we dip and tickle our toes in the cool waters of yet another day spent in haste...'

i think this is an amazing piece of work spart arcad bits are hard to read, bits are bad grammatically, bits lose me but the hurt the passion is clear to feel if you read it properly.

'...You would think that they would somehow not allow it, for it is not just wood our nostrils inhale, it is the flesh of the mother, when charred bone creaking and smoky curly pubic hair is all a child can remember, is this a beautiful gift; deaths last mordant joke? I often wonder what use in the naming of emotion is there. I name love, a one syllable peculiar,..'

Some of your descriptions are breathtakingly beautiful i prefer the stories you write to the poems but all in all a great crazy thoughtful read.

xxx
Pelbea