Alabaster Stavinof And The Pink Cartridge For Two

This book is one of a psychological splice of poetry and fiction, not for the meek of heart, or of the feebile mind; please be mindful of my diction! Within the confinds of the cover you will find aspects of murder, suspense, sex, violence, comedy, pain, laughter, and a sensible array of wholesomeness; splashed with a glass of milk. But fear not if you’re lactose intolerant, we will not be getting wet. One man, one duck, one way of looking at many views of the world and reality; step inside this spaceship as we tunnel forty leagues into the ground, and come out the other side unscathed. Yet you will feel like we have not gone anywhere at all; or will you? It tells you everything, and nothing, all at the same time. If you know what I’m talking about; or upon reading, you will find out.
Since life to me is condensed to a singularity, in the black hole that is my soul. A week defined within the pages of this book, will be a day’s worth of reading, within a look.