This was a ment to be write for sure. I have read it a hundred times now.

exactly; its like he slipped us something in between the lines; something addictive........i keep needing a fix.

Thank you Elisa, and my st.ness... quite the surprise, i only submit half the shit i write and this was a 'just',... go figure,.. i've put so much more time and effort into other writes, but i guess some things are just meant for others,...it tickles my brain:)

only 1/2?? ? ''can i have a peek?''.....and yes, i came back, again, for a quickie read before i head off to bang some rocks. .....dream well.

'..my problem is, i'm a man of vinyl... ' this is where i lose my composure ..and let out a low audible growl. love ...love this.

................im addicted........

.....oO0o oo ... i keep coming back to this. .. .it just tastes good. amazing is an understatement; the master of subliminal wordplay.

I am absolutely in love with this write.. You amaze me man..

Ive returned to this piece time and again always at a loss for words...So Im glad to see that others have been able to capture the comments when I failed to do so...excellent piece.

You always pack so much into a few lines. Always in awe of your ability to do this and always impacted by your writing. This one makes me want to offer a hug...

weather man indeed! your words can incite a storm on the calmest of days.

You are the weather, man. It doesn't rain on you. It rains from you. You instill, no, you create emotion with your writes. I can almost taste it.

this is exceptional brother, and nessa hit ti dead on very pink floydian :D -symph-

this is dripping [a little] venom and [a lotta] sweat; sweating to the oldies?? i keep adoring your wordplay [tell me its not just my mind making voodoo dolls???]-- -the dangling 'come hither' in the intro.line, the you brought me [time and again]..and then to floor me with the metaphorical/physicality 'fucking'. *insert dylan lyrics in my head----'how does it feel?'--- like a rolling stone. something so visceral and real in your writes; so demanding, effrontary. its always seemed like your writing out your shadows, exorcising ghosts, but yet they always seem to possess this internal rhythm, this motion; a gravitational pull.. .. like the moon circling, circling in the sweetest light, but yet hiding its darkside [oops; pink floydian]. powerful.l.

..the kind of powerful that leaves one staring into a void; that rips soemthing from you. .. .you create these monsters, it seems from mere bone. so many underlying 'unsaid' things that creep along beneath your writes. . . .its intriguing and . ... vaguely disconcerting; must be my own mania showing. ..certainly, right? most days i gotta lift my skirts to step over my messes, so i guess im reading more into- -- -but the sense of not just these words, but of this menace. .. . its like a film noir, but much darker. and yet i dont want to turn on the lights. ... .ugh---its jsut great; thats all.

It sucks when you realize that a person meant more to you than you did to them...and even more when they put such a cheap price on your devotion...very good write.