Truman Capote straight from the heart, leavening the lewd , haunting message of murder, and the brisk shades of horror. Then again exquisite in livelihood and denting in the polyesque, dreary, lucid mark of a dark past. As Truman leaves the mausoleum and enters the pillar of the heart, then he leavens to the lewd archway bearing the haunting message “to where will he go, if he is yet at lost from the road to the pillory gate” Truman runs away and hides from the message, then falls into the chasm of shades; horrific with blight. Until the maker reaches Capote straight from the heart.
05 Apr 2006, 9:07 pm
