Some writers have a way of pushing raw emotion into words that burrow into your brain. Tough, gritty emotions that we’ve all felt at some time, but couldn’t express except by screaming. Or tensing every muscle and sinew with bottled pain and rage, desperately wishing for the courage to scream.
RageBoy is one of those writers. Sometimes I think he wanders around with fancy ideas, and is so far up the visionary chart he can’t tell his perception of reality from what he wants reality to be.
But when he writes from gut, it’s intense. Amazing. Breathtaking. Mindblowing.
And it’s truth.
Truth expressed in a way we can only envy. Beautiful. Powerful. Rich and vibrant and sensual and moving and crushing and real.
Can’t Sleep – Too Wet to Dream
I’m in awe – this is writing so raw, so visceral, so… real.
It’s been many years since RageBoy’s prose was this intense. I wouldn’t wish his pain on anyone, but the art that pours out when the muse hits this guy is something to behold.
