Wordles, for Bethany
Since you asked so nicely, here you go:
But, you know, reducing it to that form totally saps it of any and all artistic sensibility, don’t you think?
I mean, can you really get any sense of the vibrance of a goldenrod-encrusted August sunset, rays cresting across the bristle-furred back of a bucktoothed musk deer, full of angst and fire, lusty for a mate and yet…it will never see another rutting season – the hunters arrow is lodged too deep. Not deep enough to kill, not yet, not with the gentle evening fog nestling so tightly to its thighs. But soon, soon the infections will tear his body from the inside, filling him with a rotting foulness, the very impurity of ant-life will sap the will from him. But no no no. He will rut once more. Even if it’s only against a rusted old jagged old barb-wire fence. It’s all he’s got, and sometimes that’s enough.
I mean – does that come though at all? Because that’s what my book is about.
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OK, no that was “Get Low” from Pint-size John or whoever. The sweat on the balls thing, it gets on the walls. Facknasty.
For serious, here’s Ch1-5:
I think I need to tone down the just/know/likes….anyway you can probably tell that there’s a lot of dialogue :).
Okay, I think I see “kill” in baby blue over on the right. Considerable size for a word like that, though of course it could be benign… but how many times could you possibly refer to killing time, I wonder. Also, why is the hilarious Lil John song done in a font I can actually READ and the real one isn’t?! I want to speculate more, mister!
Ahh, I forgot to put an embiggen link :P.
Just right click on the image and go to ‘view image’ or whatever, that should make it bigger.
What can I say, lots o’ killin’ in these here parts.
No, even it being bigger helps not with the outline problem. Redo!