tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001963.post7203715167663753138..comments2023-10-26T20:05:14.669+07:00Comments on intrepid flame: Ain't Gonna Be Any Middle AnymoreJabizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15060918134697370964noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001963.post-54425955029153230412010-10-24T08:44:07.089+07:002010-10-24T08:44:07.089+07:00Hey Anonymous,
I wish I knew who you were so I c...Hey Anonymous, <br /><br />I wish I knew who you were so I could really appreciate your words, but alas so many people continue to leave anonymous comments here. <br /><br />Anyway, I am surprised that this was the one paragraph that you liked, seeing it was the one I felt was the weakest.Jabizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15060918134697370964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21001963.post-71166946739996029082010-10-23T23:55:30.683+07:002010-10-23T23:55:30.683+07:00at your most eloquent describing the rawness of po...at your most eloquent describing the rawness of porch ... impressive. you have written what i feel but cannot describe. perfect paragraph:<br /><br /><br />The song plays in a gait that cannot be described. It is moving for sure-galloping, storming, bulldozing- maybe there isn’t a word for it. I see cylinders and pistons. I see a train with legs. It has the power of a machine but is made of flesh. The bass and drums sculpt a body of organic steel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com