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Rant & Rave...: Rant- Who's doing the talking here?
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Sunday, April 13, 2008. Rant- Who's doing the talking here? Okay So I think it's incredulous that Hillary is insinuating that Obama was calling us Pennsylvanians "bitter" in a derogatory way. I just think he miscommunicated an attempt to empathize with us and in no way does he feel like an elitist. To avoid the media's presentation of just the bits and pieces of what he said, here's the actual quote-. Watch the difference between Hillary and Obama when they are speaking. Hillary on the other hand, freque...
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE- Tag ! You're it!
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Saturday, April 19, 2008. My cool blogger buddy Angela tagged me.I'm happy to say this is my first tag. I have finally arrived! 1 Pick up the nearest book. 2 Open to page 123. 3 Find the fifth sentence. 4 Post the next three sentences. 5 Tag five people and post a comment to Bish's blog. Once you've posted your three sentences. One of the nearest books (I'm surrounded by piles):. THE BLUEST EYE by Toni Morrison. Linda D. (sbk). April 21, 2008 at 9:54 AM. April 21, 2008 at 10:11 AM. Linda D. (sbk). I have...
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE - Skyglass
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Sunday, August 9, 2009. I am sure there used to be a time. A simplistic, intrinsic mystery. Like rain to grass. Led to the exile. To the confines of a temple:. Pushed down like a seed. While fear grew like ivy. Over cut stone windows. Stained in dark hues. For genial gifts of light and air,. That smack eagerly against the clammy stone. As life’s breath chokes. And salvation’s flower refuses. To bloom among the brown grass. This is full of great imagery, feeling and rhythm . I am eager to read more .
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Rant & Rave...: Alice Walker
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Friday, April 3, 2009. This poem is so fitting for my WIP, The Ivory Pomegranate. Formerly titled The Sibylline Prophecies; Where the Stones Speak. I thought I'd post so others could appreciate the greatness of word weaver, Alice Walker (author of The Color Purple). To Be A Woman. To be a woman. Angry, yes,. Biding her time;. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. April 3, 2009 at 8:13 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Angela Goughnour.that's who! View my complete profile.
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE- Pee your pants funny!
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Sunday, March 9, 2008. RAVE- Pee your pants funny! Why I love kids. So cute. I know the top one 'injured badly' (fun to watch again and again). Never saw the other three. Makes me almost miss American TV! March 10, 2008 at 5:27 PM. I've never seen these.but I love them! So cute.The little boy in the first 3 is just too adorable. March 10, 2008 at 8:41 PM. Do they show as many commercials overseas? Brenda- Yeah he is a cutie. I'd watch him on tv anyday. They need to give him his own show. Crazy for You" MG.
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE-Ode to My Officemates & Libations :)
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Monday, March 10, 2008. RAVE-Ode to My Officemates and Libations :). 3$ for 4 songs that took 15 minutes to choose? Mmmm A hover moment. Jealous Bitches(you know who you are). Guys, where's the bathroom? Shaving when you want. Woo woo(said with way too much expression). Seriously guys, Where's the Bathroom? The one w/the pretty face. Nasty-ass shooters (that aren't even chilled WTF? Automatic towel dispensers that mess with your mind.(it happens). Dammit, Where's the f-in bathroom? AND God help you if yo...
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE- Naughty Ewok!
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Have you ever seen such a cute little dog! He is a proverbial pantie snatcher and muncher with NO regard for common decency! Nothing like walking into my house and finding a line of Grannie panties (what? They're comfortable) and minuscule thongs (my daughters, def not mine) laid out everywhere. On the sofa. "Please guest, have a seat. Oh! Don't mind the crotchless panties, that's just my dog's chew toy. Hee. Hee". But c'mon how can such a cute little dog be so disgusting?
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE- Headlights, Horsecrap & Big Ideas
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Saturday, January 10, 2009. RAVE- Headlights, Horsecrap and Big Ideas. Just a short break from my writing for some inspirational quotes:. Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.". The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea.". If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit.". January 10, 2009 at 8:52 AM. I love that first quote! Crazy for You" MG.
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Rant & Rave...: RAVE- Wilde Amphigories
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Check out some amphigories by my friend, Reggie Fox.a promising new writer, journalist and playwright. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Angela Goughnour.that's who! View my complete profile. Wonderful, Witty and Wilde. Http:/ www.wildeamphigories.today.com. WIP - Works in Progress. The So-Called Great Depression" MG. Crazy for You" MG. The Ivory Pomegranate" YA Historical Fantasy. Making Sense of Life. There's never a line in the men's room. Off in the Clouds.
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Rant & Rave...: RANT- Uncle David
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009. Like a camouflaged monarch. Zipping shut death’s door. I 'm a scrawny, eager kid still. Too shy to kiss a girl. The grim reaper of 58,000 jerking. My little piece of the American dream. Don’t mind me,. To bag the dead. Became everyday for me. To look upon the stale and fallen. Stagnant expressions upon me. Valiantly with my bare fingers. With the plastic fleece of finality. But my mind still sees the faces. I am still now. Locked away, raving to myself,. For no one understands.
