Foot Worship: Six Feet Of Marilyn

Marilyn leaned back, her blonde curls catching the gold rim of the spotlight. She didn't look at the crowd; she looked down at Julian, a small, private smile playing on her lips. In that circle of light, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the rhythmic pull of the music and the silent, grounded worship of the woman who walked on air but finally found a place to rest.

is not a phrase for the faint of heart. It is absurd, tragic, deeply weird, and profoundly human. Foot Worship Six Feet Of Marilyn