Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in Delicate Torture's Blurty:

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Thursday, January 11th, 2007
4:44 pm	I want to die. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
11:20 pm	...It's just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good. I miss spending time with him in person. I knew that this would happen after I went back home, what I didn't realise is that the feeling of things not being right would pervade every aspect of my life now. I feel like I've forgotten something important now that I am not waking up to make his coffee. I feel that I am somehow out of place now that I am in my own apartment and not quietly sharing his space. I miss the feel of his lips against my mouth, the touch of his hand on my throat, the sound of his words in my ears and his fingers in my hair. I still have the constant press of his will in my heart, though... pushing me forward to be more pleasing for him. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Lou Reed - Perfect Day (Comment on this)
Friday, December 22nd, 2006
5:12 pm	...I knew you for a moment... I have just spent the most amazingly beautiful 12 days of my life. To be in his presence, watch him work and sleep. To just be able to pour his coffee and make his bed. To just know him finally. And now that I am once again on my own, I weep. To be away from him makes my heart ache and steals my breath. And once again I want to die. Only this time I will take to my grave a memory of what it was like to finally live. Current Mood: sad Current Music: Hunters and Collectors - True Tears Of Joy (Comment on this)
Monday, August 14th, 2006
5:33 pm	...Is forever enough? Lullaby (Dixie Chicks) They didn't have you where I come from Never knew the best was yet to come Life began when I saw your face And I hear your laugh like a serenade How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough Cause I'm never, never giving you up I slip in bed when you're asleep To hold you close and feel your breath on me Tomorrow there'll be so much to do So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough Cause I'm never, never giving you up As you wander through this troubled world In search of all things beautiful You can close your eyes when you're miles away And hear my voice like a serenade How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough Cause I'm never, never giving you up How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How long do you want to be loved Is forever enough Cause I'm never, never giving you up Is forever enough Current Mood: grateful Current Music: Dixie Chicks - Lullaby (Comment on this)
Monday, August 7th, 2006
3:48 am	...and I have come to know myself, reflected and deflected in that glow. Pirates of the Caribbean and the Dead Man's Chest: What do the characters think about you? (Detailed) Captain Jack Sparrow: Believe it or not, but I think you have captured Captain Jack Sparrows heart. He fell for your kind and caring nature. Dont get me wrong, but you can handle and protect yourself all the same. He isnt making a move on you. He actually respects you and waits for the right moment, He likes to spend time with you and is unusually protective over you. And guess what? You are the only one who can stop him from getting drunk. You have tamed the untamable. You are the thing that fills his mind ever so often. He may not admit it, but he yearns for your love, touch and body. He adores you heck, even more than he adores the Black Pearl or the Ocean. To him, you are like the ocean to every pirate or sailor you are the heart of this pirate. Will Turner: He is very happy for Jack when he saw how he looked at you. He likes you and thinks that you and Jack are meant for each other. He is the one who always tells Jack to express what he feels but Jack always do otherwise. He is very happy to see his friend very cheerful and happy all the time but even if you and Jack end up to fight he and Elizabeth are always there to bring the two of you back together. Elizabeth Swann: She cries every time she sees you and Jack together. She is very happy for the both of you and really loves you more than anything. She likes the way you and Jack can sometimes get into arguments but still get back together and be friends again. Friends? Yes, she knows that you and Jack are just friends but knows that one day you and Jack could be more than she could hope. Elizabeth loves you like a sister and is always with you. James Norrington: He finds you very charming. He cant believe that you and Jack are very close and cant believe that Jack is actually changing for the better. He finds you very funny and kind, he likes you very much and is infatuated with you but he knows that you would most likely be happier with Jack and back off and accept that the two of you are just very close friends. Mr. Gibbs: He is very proud of you and Jack though it wouldnt seem like anything is going on with the both of you but he knows that deep down you are both crazy about each other. He finds you very innocent and treats you as his daughter. He gives warnings to Jack to take good care of you but Jack always denies that he has feelings for you. Davey Jones: Thinks you are a very beautiful woman. You remind him of the Ocean, calm, innocent and fragile but if necessary, fierce, strong-willed and strong. He is very happy for Jack because he reminds him of his own love life but still is out to get the both of you. Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code Current Mood: content Current Music: Spook - Glorious (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 19th, 2006
2:12 pm	...All outward motion connects with nothing. TYPE N You scored 87 imagination, 100 confidence, 41 dominance, and 87 generosity! You are a KINKY, CONFIDENT, SUBMISSIVE lover who prefers to GIVE. This means that: You like relatively kinky sex, and you have the great imagination that will always keep your partner guessing and excited! There's no getting bored with you around, you could never settle for dull sex, you want something fun and new all the time. You aren't afraid to try out anything you hear about. You might just be an intelligent lover who needs to be mentally engaged, or perhaps you have some dirty dark secret kinky desires, but either way, you're never boring. You are pretty confident in bed. This means that you know you can please your lover. Maybe you've read a lot of sex manuals, or have the experience from previous lovers, or just tend to be skilled at whatever you get your hands on, but you're good and you know it. You can really get results and know that you have pure talent, so you won't be hiding away shy, pretending to be all innocent. Your partners love your naughty self assurance, you don't hesitate and this makes you a sensational lover. You tend to be submissive in bed, so you prefer to go along with what your lover likes rather than your own plans. You might like being ordered around and acting out a slave/master fantasy, or perhaps you just get turned on by being helpless and unable to move. Or maybe it's as simple as you lacking courage so prefering firm instructions in bed to make sure you are doing things right. Either way, you won't be dominating your lover anytime soon, and might prefer the missionary position to any others. You prefer to give than recieve. This makes you a very unselfish lover, devoted to the needs of your partner rather than your own. You get your pleasure from seeing them get theirs, you are a model sex partner. I'm sure plenty of people would love to have someone like you in bed with them! Remember though that if your partner gets pleasure from returning the favour it's okay to let them, they might love giving as much as you do! WE SUGGEST YOU: Get crazy with the kissing. It sounds basic, but perhaps with all your wonderful kinky antics and games, you have forgotten how good it can feel just to kiss someone all over, and have the same done to you! Practise with different kissing styles, kiss your lover in places you've never kissed them before. Kiss to tickle, kiss to seduce, kiss for hours, or kiss when you know you can't go any furthur with it, like when you have to be at work soon. Rediscover kissing. My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 76% on imagination You scored higher than 92% on confidence You scored higher than 24% on dominance You scored higher than 98% on generosity Link: The What's your sexual style? Test written by lu-mina on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test Current Mood: blah Current Music: Nick Cave - As I Sat Sadly By Her Side (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 13th, 2006
4:50 am	...Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Where do people go when they die? I'm still not sure what I believe... I grew up in a really strange environment. I was raised for a long while by my Grandmother, who wasn't religious or spiritual at all, but she was the housekeeper in a Catholic Presbytery (where priests live). We couldn't really have friends over to play while I was growing up, because she (and therefore we) lived in as staff, so my friends growing up were the priests she worked for and the nuns from the local convent. It wasn't as sinister as it sounds... apparently I lucked out on the priest stakes and won all of the good ones. Heh. Anyways, even after she died one night and I found her, it never occured to me to think about where she would go spiritually.. although, I did want to know about coroners and autopsies, and for a while even wanted to be a coroner. Cut to an older me, at highschool and being very atheistic. I was invited along to church by a girl in my year who was Christian and I didn't really like her, so I thought that I'd go and just debunk everything that was said there to annoy her, oh yes, I was a charming teenager. I went along and listened to a sermon about how I had sinned (which I couldn't disagree with) and about how I was loved so much that Jesus took the punishment for that sin. It was like being hit between the eyes by a hammer, I felt so guilty and ashamed, but so worthwhile and loved at the same time. I actually really miss feeling the way that I did when I was a Christian. This one visit to church led to about 11 years of devotion, and a very firm belief that I and others who were saved through Christ's death would go to heaven... people who weren't saved would go to hell because they chose a life without God, so God would also give them a death without Him. Cut to me, about 7 years ago and being very angry at God. I had been walking to Central Station from St Vinnies, where I was working at the time, and was pulled into the laneway next to the tattoo place there with the big fish painted on the side. This led me to decide that God could go and fuck Himself. I think that I'm still angry, but it's become a comfortable anger and not the big raging thing that it was... it is still anger, just the same. I still believe that there is a Divine force.. I believe that the Christian God is an aspect of that, but I choose not to follow that God. I also believe that there are other faces of the Divine that others follow as well. What this all means to where we go after death? I have no idea. Cut to me, now and working where I help people die. I'm a palliative care nurse. The people I care for are in the last stage of their life, and the are going through a process that will end in their death. Most of my patients only have hours or days left, some have weeks. I don't do community work, so I don't really get to spend months with these people while they come to terms with their illnesses. I see the end result of whether they have come to terms with it or not. I don't know where these people go. I do know that the ones who have a faith (whether it is religious or otherwise) do die differently. I've seen only one person in the 7 years that I've been doing this, who I am certain has gone to hell because the look on her face when she died tells me that she saw something horrific. Everyone else has looked peaceful, and most have looked better once they've died. You could see that it was a relief. I've nursed people through easy deaths, where they have drifted off.. and through torturous deaths, where nothing we could do gave them any relief from their pain. Personally, I don't concern myself with where I will go after I die. I just want someone to be there and hold my hand. In 7 years I have only had one patient on my shifts die without someone having been with them. I think that the process these people go through is vital in preparing their soul for that next step, but I haven't the foggiest what that next step is. I'm just glad that I am privledged enough to be allowed to help them die, and I'm thankful that they let me share with them one of the most important moments in their life. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Evanescence - Missing (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
6:46 pm	...Damn my soul that remembers and clutches to this pain. Watching You (Melissa Etheridge) That's a good question Why am I standing out here alone I guess I don't know enough to come in from the rain I was watching your window From here below I think I just might stay here all day Cause I gotta do something If I can't love you I don't want to love you If I can't hold you I don't want to be thinking of you And if you don't want me I don't want to want you And if you won't see me I don't know what to do But oh keep watching you Until I see right through Oh I keep watching you You could throw me down a cigarette I smoked my last one quite a while ago No, I gave it to the man that swore he had no need You know sometimes if I listen real close I can hear the dark side of the moon And there's always yesterday's Times if I care to read And I gotta do something If I can't love you I don't want to love you If I can't hold you I don't want to be thinking of you And if you don't want me I don't want to want you And if you won't see me I don't know what to do But oh keep watching you Until I see right through Oh I keep watching you Sure I'm alright No I'm not very cold Every now and then I can feel the subway heat So go on inside I'll leave you alone Anyway Bogart's on in the window down the street And I gotta do something If I can't love you I don't want to love you If I can't hold you I don't want to be thinking of you And if you don't want me I don't want to want you And if you won't see me I don't know what to do But oh keep watching you Until I see right through Oh I keep watching you If I can't love you, I don't want to love you. If I can't hold you, I don't want to be thinking of you. And if you don't want me then I don't want to want you... Current Mood: tired Current Music: Melissa Etheridge - The Late September Dogs (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 13th, 2006
12:32 pm	...And you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart. I Grieve (Peter Gabriel) It was only one hour ago It was all so different then There’s nothing yet has really sunk in Looks like it always did This flesh and bone It’s just the way that you would tied in Now there’s no-one home I grieve for you You leave me ‘so hard to move on Still loving what’s gone They say life carries on Carries on and on and on and on The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page While the final rattle rocks it’s empty empty cage And I can’t handle this I grieve for you You leave me Let it out and move on Missing what’s gone They say life carries on They say life carries on and on and on Life carries on In the people I meet In everyone that’s out on the street In all the dogs and cats In the flies and rats In the rot and the rust In the ashes and the dust Life carries on and on and on and on Life carries on and on and on It’s just the car that we ride in A home we reside in The face that we hide in The way we are tied in And life carries on and on and on and on Life carries on and on and on Did I dream this belief? Or did I believe this dream? Now I can find relief I grieve It is strange that something said to me carries less reality for me than it does when it is told to another person. He's often said that he isn't involved with anyone and apparently there was a subtext in my mind that said "except you." Hearing that he said the same to someone else dramatically changed what the subtext said. I didn't realise I was such a gifted liar. Current Mood: sad Current Music: James Blunt - I Really Want You (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 5th, 2006
10:55 am	...And I will bare my soul in time, when I am kneeling at your feet. …Said Sadly (Smashing Pumpkins) You should know that I love you We should love like lovers do And I can't help but fall for you Ah honey I'm just a fool Now you know Darling, I'll never be true You see, for so long I was blue (I'm not the only one) And if I hurt, then you will, too Ah honey I always lose Now you know Lover, when will you? I'm so afraid that no one cares Lover, can't find you I swear to God don't leave me here Now you know Oh, you know that it can't be When no one else here really means (Anything to me) If you hurt inside If you confide in me again Since you ran away Hold me now, tell me how Love is ours Lover, when will you? I'm so afraid that no-one cares Lover, can't find you And no-one knows what brings us here Lover Hold me now Hold me now Tell me how Love is ours Current Mood: nervous Current Music: James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover (Comment on this)
Friday, February 17th, 2006
3:42 pm	...I need the darkness. Hmm... if only I knew a whore. Ah, here's one. He stood over the whore, watching the way the light shimmered over her coffee brown skin. He chuckled quietly as she writhed before him, and then fell silent as his eyes caught the small trickle of blood working down the edge of her palm from her wrist. He stood over her, transfixed by the sight of her dark skin and her blood, darker still in the half-light of the abandoned warehouse. His thin lips curling with a delighted smirk as the woman sobbed before him. Helpless, terrified and his. He stood over her, his dick gripped in his hand as he moaned softly, watching her. Watching the way the ropes cut in against her now swollen wrists, the dark mottled blueness to her hands from being bound before him for hours on the rough, dirty floor. A fitting place for a whore like her. His smirk twisted into a slow snarl as a low groan ripped from his throat, his hand tightening as he shuddered, splattering the whore with his shame. “You dirty slut.. look what you made me do.” He let loose with a scream of rage as he drew back his booted foot, kicking out hard against her face. Her sobbing silenced with a sickening crack as her nose breaks under the brutal assault. Whimpering, he fell to his knees and sobbed, burying his face in his hands, his hair falling through his fingers, catching the light in a shimmer of blond highlights. “…Look at what you made me do…” Current Mood: restless Current Music: Natalie Merchant - My Skin (Comment on this)
Monday, February 6th, 2006
5:00 pm	...Just lay it all down. Put your face into my neck and let it fall out. Posted on another’s collarme.com profile in response to a story I posted on mine… 2/4/2006 10:16:25 AM: It takes very little strength, character, and imagination to write about an idea that is pleasing. It’s quite simple, anyone can write about something that is not much more than a fantasy you’ve spoken about, but never actually lived. There is a big difference between fantasy and reality, much to the dismay of many, I’m sure. It does however take a great deal of strength, character, honor, and love to actually live those things rightly, through excruciating pain, tears, heartache, disaster, joy, laughter, genuine love, and everything in between. D/s is real life, not a computer game, not constant phone conversations and emails, and not empty words and promises. D/s is physical contact; real time spent together, a touch, a look, a tear wiped away. It’s a kind gesture, silent moments together, it’s primal and based on ritual. It’s the sting of his crop, or his hand, and the glow that comes from you after you’ve been well used, and his will has been served, whether sexual or in small everyday moments. It’s the look of humility and worship he notices in your eyes, the way his heart skips when he sees what is his, and the way his cock throbs when you are in your proper position beneath him of your own free will. D/s is absolutely of the heart and mind, however, real human interaction is necessary for it to prosper and so that the two can nurture each other in this beautiful and intense power exchange. I’m so sick of hearing and seeing dramatic statements of love, devotion, and worship that come from people who’ve based all that they proclaim on fantasy, something or someone they’ve never actually touched, and incessantly speak of what they think could happen if only they were in a ‘different’ or ‘better’ situation. I see no honesty in that. This is love… Pale knees pressing against short, prickly, carpet Pink fingertips reaching behind, tiny arms twisted like a pretzel Feminine back arched deeply Delicate eyelids closing over green jewels She waits… Warm fingers gliding gently over flushed cheeks Strong hands firmly gripping sweetly scented hair Small frame trembling Whorish mouth salivating Ruby lip parting widely Dominance entering, warm – swollen - virile Tongue swirling affectionately Throat opening violently Tear stained cheeks red and stinging In…out… in…out...in…out…in… Delicate mouth hungrily suckling Love pouring down tender throat Greedily swallowing Sweetness trickling between succulent thighs All I can think of saying is ROFL. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Missy Higgins - Nightminds (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 25th, 2005
8:41 pm	...Don't you know I tried so hard to love you in my way? I Love You (Sarah McLachlan) I have a smile stretched from ear to ear to see you walking down the road we meet at the lights I stare for a while the world around disappears just you and me on this island of hope a breath between us could be miles let me surround you my sea to your shore let me be the calm you seek oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so oh and every time I'm close to you there's too much I can't say and you just walk away and I forgot to tell you I love you and the night's too long and cold here without you I try so hard to just be quiet and not say it all, but the words come tumbling out of my mouth anyway. I try to take it all and not fall inwards. I can't help it, though. I fall. I can't take it anymore. It just hurts too much. Current Mood: numb Current Music: Sarah McLachlan - Adia (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
3:53 pm	...I'm so lost, I'm barely here... All Of This (Blink-182 and Robert Smith) With all of this I know now Everything inside of my head It all just goes to show how Nothing I know changes me at all Again I waited for this to change instead To tear the world in two Another night with her But I'm always wanting you Use me Holly come on and use me We know where we go Use me Holly come on and use me We go where we know With all of this I feel now Everything inside of my heart It all just seems to be how Nothing I feel pulls at me at all Again I waited for this to pull apart To break my time in two Another night with her But I'm always wanting you Use me Holly come on and use me We know where we go Use me Holly come on and use me We go where we know She's all I need She's all I dream She's all I'm always wanting She's all I need She's all I dream She's all I'm always wanting you I'm always wanting you I'm always wanting you Use me Holly come on and use me We know where we go Use me Holly come on and use me We go where we know She's all I need She's all I dream She's all I'm always wanting She's all I need She's all I dream She's all I'm always wanting you And all again I wait for this To fill a hole, to shake the sky in two Another night with her I'm always wanting you Another night with her But I'm always wanting you Another night with her, but I am always wanting you. Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: Blink-182 - Stockholm Syndrome (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 15th, 2005
1:54 pm	...Shove him in a sack and throw him o'erboard. You are The Cap'n! Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not. What's Yer Inner Pirate? brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr! My pirate name is: Bloody Anne Kidd Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr! Current Mood: amused Current Music: What shall we do with a drunken sailor? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
2:41 pm	...My body aches to breathe your breath. Your words keep me alive. Speechless (Eve Malick) You leave me speechless With what you say. Your words enter my heart And replace the beats. The words you say Echo through my lungs And leave me breathless. I'm stunned Caught-out Speechless I don't know how to respond, Or what to say. And your words ring through my mind Keep me thinking- Thinking of you. The words you say Go right through me Flow through my veins And resonate through my body. You leave me speechless And no-one has ever done that before. Current Mood: artistic Current Music: Sarah McLachlan - Possession (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 8th, 2005
7:13 pm	...I'm empty since you left me. Variations on the Word Sleep (Margaret Atwood) I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and as you enter it as easily as breathing in I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Sarah McLachlan - Adia (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
7:53 pm	...Lie to me. Breathe No More (Evanescence) I’ve been walking in the mirror for so long, That I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side. All the little pieces falling shattered. Shards of me too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, But big enough to cut me in to so many little pieces if I try to touch her. And I bleed. I bleed. And I breathe. I breathe, no more I take a breath and I try to turn off what my spirits will. Yet how can you refuse to drink like a stubborn child. Lie to me convince me that I’ve been sick forever. And all of this will make sense when I get better. But I know the difference between myself and my reflection. I just can’t help but to wonder which of us do you love. So I bleed. I bleed. And I breathe. I breathe no, Bleed. I bleed. And I breathe. I breathe. I breathe. I breathe, no more. Current Mood: sad Current Music: Evanescence - Breathe No More (Comment on this)
Monday, August 1st, 2005
8:07 pm	...Though I'd die to know you love me. I'm all alone. I have fallen. And now I lie, broken and bleeding. Becoming a corpse. As cold as the dead. And still I wait for you. Current Mood: cold Current Music: Evanescence - Missing (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
2:47 pm	...You won't cry for my absence. I dreamt that I was falling. You said “I will catch you.” You said “I’ll set aside time just for you.” He said “I am to wait, though waiting so be Hell.” What if I fall before you get here? Missing (Amy Lee, Ben Moody and David Hodges) Please, please forgive me, But I won’t be home again. Maybe someday you’ll look out, And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one: Isn’t something missing? You won’t cry for my absence, I know You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant? Am I so insignificant? Isn’t something missing? Isn’t someone missing me? Even though I’d be sacrificed, You won’t try for me, not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me? Please, please forgive me, But I won’t be home again. I know what you do to yourself, I breathe deep and cry out: Isn’t something missing? Isn’t someone missing me? Even though I’d be sacrificed, You won’t try for me, not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me? And if I bleed, I’ll bleed, Knowing you don’t care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn’t something missing? Isn’t something... Even though I’d be sacrificed, You won’t try for me, not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone. Isn't something missing? Isn’t someone missing me? Current Mood: lonely Current Music: Evanescence - Missing (1 Comment |Comment on this)