mindbending indeed, egads. ..
i did think the structure works, even with the macabre sensabilities as protaganist; the heavyhanded language to boot is well.suited for those that know you and your thumping, deep-piercing words. ..so although this is not seamless, the raw edges are razor-sharp enough to challenge and provoke, which i like. .. never ever boring and predictable. ..
its a cyclone of cataclysmic cacophony.. .witches laugh and all. .
my only criticism is the use of 'fuck'. ..i know its odd, but my own personal connotation of that word aligns with the sensual [go figure, a girl who thinks that word is erotic rather than neurotic and maligned]
so, on one hand, its perfect.....b/c i see-hear the intent, but my own brain threw me sideways :}
crazed piece of tongue, dearheart.
.ness.

humanity is sexually transmitted eh?
its been a while since ive read much, but your words have been agonizingly missed; the languid verbosity steeped in colourful needful knowing. .. or unknowing sometimes..
i like how this seems maelstromesque; windswept, bordering on thoughtful escapism; as if the nuance of the soul was a catastrophic tumult of what we only think we want/need/perceive. ..
in our selves and in others too. ..we get caught in the emotional downdraft of emotions, which is grand, but can cause such destruction if not roped in.. .
good to read of you again~

*claps ecstatically*
how wonderful for both of you!
make sure you take lots of pics so we can all celebrate vicariously; prayers and blessings and may every day seem like the very first....
i am so happy for you both.
a testament to good things for good people.
amazing!
HUZZAH!
toujours~
nessa

trippy little thing;
i have a most likely off interpetation. ..something along the lines of humanitarian .. .. we're killing everything...
i keep thinking 'quasimodo'. ...he'd definitely be considered a goblin/gargoyle/grotesque by standards. ..
and we shun, destroy. ..poke out the eyes of every living thing possible. ..
but i think its just late and the fire is too pretty. .. \
very cool write~
ness

a lush provactive prettyness. .
there is more said in silence than in words i believe. .

completely raw ending; raw in the good sense. . .as in new skin, new jugulars. ..
again, that ending. ..

very nice
ness

gorgeous.ness; [id rather be Michelangelo's marble, cararra.esque, and have him make of me the very thing of which you speak: beauty. perfection. miraculous. infinite. a precious stone to mal.form and bring to life, bring to death---to dust the hands of such simplistic.ness. .. .
i love the manner in which you speak in the closing; to find the profound in the mundane. .. to notice the epitome of existence in such small finery, details, nuances tucked away in our everyday, much nobler ometimes than the austere icons of what is perceived to be religiosity, spirituality, beauty, grace. .. when every simple easy breath and every in.sightful eyeful of us is enough to sear the soul with. ..
i like how this transitions. ..
i like the artful images and the ache inside of the words. .. a muted plea..
gorgeous.ness~
ness

i know i am supposed to be mesmerized by the whole scene, but egads. .. .
LOOK AT THOSE ROCKS!!! mmmmmmm the texture; the silky wornrough smoothness of them..........
multiple egads

ness

i once played a game when i was young.ish; "the worst thing". ...
basically, i was told to rip the wings off of a butterfly, and i did. .
never really recovered from that...act of murder-- and none really understood the effect of forever that had on my soul. .. i was 16, but old enough to say 'no way'. .. but i didnt..
i killed. ..
i maimed...
and then cried, and kept on crying. ..
and i still do when. ..
when i read words like this-- -
something so delicate and fragile and nearly alive. .but with the ring of rosie death around it.
you are a powerful man, dear Col. ..
and you made me cry.
><
ness

i still am mesmerized by that similian ending; the idea that words/poetry/language are all that keep some of us 'afloat'...going, breathing, living. . ..we could eat them. . .
or at least, could eat yours. ...

...and the Shelley versed etiquette; the monster of your own making. .or the huMAN becoming monstrous due to his/her own narcissism.. thinking he has the real ability of creating life [whether through words or images or divine itself]. ..

this just spews me from the jaws of the deep. ..
its something to wrap around one's self on a dark october eve. ..

deliriously good stuff~
ness