I try to find something nice to say about everything I read. Sometimes I cannot. In this case, with  Curses by George WylesolI, I cannot even say I appreciate the hard work and effort that went into it. As, in my opinion, it had no effort. Just lines and colors tossed onto a page to see what the creator could get away with; how far they could go and still call it “art.” Side views of women’s breasts, red and dangerously sore looking, with the […]