...as Hemingway about faces in his grave.

Holly – You do realize you can be private without being private, right? The sad thing about what you posted is that it lacks an ounce of literary talent. I say sad because, this is probably not your intent. And while I may not be a fan boy like all these other fags that grovel at you here, I genuinely like your work and hope you succeed.

You see, the thing is, and maybe you're too young to understand this now, that one day you'll realize you 'blew your load' too early in stupid blog posts and no one in the legitimate literary community will sustain any kind of interest in your skill as a writer to publish anything you hope to publish. 'Shock' style writing is incredibly boring.

Apropos of a great day for horse-racing, it's unfortunate to see that your writing style is seemingly turning out to be nothing more than a one-trick-pony. I expected better. And Big Brown is not a metaphor for a giant stinking shit, but what you've linked to is.

I'm sure the army of queers will come out in force and attack me for writing out against you, but I could not care less.