Yeh. Hell. Ow

Unconventional language smashes the tedious march of sentences. Words, metaphors, phrases, descriptions, lists explode off the page in an irreverent transcendence. Brisk scenes contort, swell and recede. Searing threads of hatred, confusion, ignorance, pain, humor, abuse rupture the narrative which stresses one fact: there is no place for the sensitive and stupid in this world set in the 1970's. Uniqueness, the abject feminine, bewilderment, self-hatred, banal traumas and the comedic speaks to women and has a strange appeal for men.