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| Username: | Rhetoric | |
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| Member Since: | Sun Aug 19 17:59:29 2001 | |
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| Blender Board: | 422 comments | |
| An interesting article that cuts thru the romance of sex and hints at some cultural shifts. This may not be the appropriate forum, but I think it certainly has implications on modern notions of romance and love. |
| Gosh, this sounds like every other piece I have submitted. I am sensing a pattern here. |
| inspired...just a few words |
| dedicated to my jimmy. I miss him, oops...her, so. |
| oh, yeah |
| Isn't all of life this way? |
| I thought this would be a good exercise in self-esteem |
| Since I am blank, I rather choose to pull a John Cusak (High Fidelity) and describe something, through song, autobiographically. This is the year 1995 - full of regret. |
| spring and summer are always lusty seasons for me |
| I don't really think this makes sense...even to me. I just felt tlike I wanted to post the latest thought. |
| This was totally free-flowing thought. I am not sure yet if it even makes sense to me. |
| a dream...or was it? |
| a quick journal entry that I found comforting |
| just a quick thought about you, a cherished soul |
| ...just a thought after reading a post |
| What a woman... |
| just a ramble spurred by a Saturday night conversation |
| I think I like Nico's version better. I just wanted to offer this as a thanks to Kirk for the Front Page Pick and express my take on love and romance these days. |
| A tender story of love. I wish I had written it myself. |
| a goofy story - but very dear to my heart |
| I think this song is about a love shattered by selfish acts. |
| Speaking of snow...this is a great tune that addresses both snow and love! Robyn is the greatest. He recorded this song when I was only 9 - but his style is still so very cool. |
| I really enjoy her work. This is a particular favorite - the last line is a perfect example of WHY a site like this exists! |
| My first attempt at a more focused and detailed story. Misti is great at this and I wanted to give it a go. I also used the PGL writers challenge words from last week. |
| A perfect example of what I would write, if I had her talent! This is what happens after the romance is long gone. |
| this solution worked well for me |
| This is my first attempt at HTML formatting. I had this piece and thought italics would lend emphasis. Thanks, Madi!!! |
| A quick thought after an evening spent with a friend. |
| Another post, from the pen of a true poet, that captures my thought better than I could myself. |
| After another Blenderite posted a Lawrence piece, I couldn't get him out of my head. I read this years ago and thought it fitting right now. I find it fits best in the " Love Lost" catagory. |
| This is about love - not exactly romance. I just spent a week with my family in Nashville and my 5 year old niece brings me such joy. This is her and she is my heart. |
| I thought that after today's strife, I should offer truce to the Blender and be productive. However, Oscar captures my sentiment better than I ever could. |
| Hee Haw has just ended and I found time to sally up to Misti's challenge. |
| My first impression of deevaa's Love in the City |
| my humble attempt at Lady Lake's writers challenge |
| writers challenge...here I come |
| just a bit of Halloween wickedness for a pal |
| I think that what most draws men to women (or women to other women) is the mystique of being a girl. That must be the single most powerful weapon we have - and this song is a fine tribute to the wonder of woman. |
| I know the difference 'tween their and they're - you just can't tell by my last post! |
| Now that I know you read these words, I must show you that all I think and need and grow is within you. |
| This is a personal story - a bit wordy with detail, but how I wish I could fill in the blanks of years that I would gladly tell if anyone cared! I was just reading some old journal entries and thought this was a perfect way to talk about me, without saying a word. |
| I submitted, then realized I needed to make some changes. I really liked this one - so I wanted to put it back up on the page. THANKS Kirk! |
| Simple wants for a simple girl, I guess. |
| A sorrowful tale of love, not lost - but never grasped fully by its sweetest pick. |
| This new book has me tasting words like food |
| another new diversion I am working on |
| An open letter to a desperate child. May we meet upon the Field of Battle soon. |
| sisters and brothers must pay in tears |
| my newest journal entry dedicated to the admiration of one woman |
| Games of Love with Incoherant Clues |
| She is as yummy as the menu |
| To those women who have yet to procreate - and might not want to. |
| Dancing All Night With Full Moon Fever |
| A sudden pause to a blossoming friendship. I say pause because I know it will resume. You know who you are `: ) |
| Mental stimulation gone bad. |
| A story of ruins and relics |
| Drat - spelling issues strike again |
| Seven lines and Seven ways to Die |
| Madison - I wrote this just shortly after I moved up north. Please excuse the nature - I was very young and I felt that EVERYTHING about my new surroundings was hell on earth. The execution is fuzzy - but the sentinment is still very real! |
| One night changes all |
| Sweet Longings |
| Verse that I could never express to one who needed to hear it |