tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post8382864664063977069..comments2023-10-29T07:44:48.235-07:00Comments on Jestablog: Are my teeth showing?Kamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00531243633193697440noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post-32470643110344465662008-09-17T08:02:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:02:00.000-07:00Rights? This ain't a democracy, ya know! I could...Rights? This ain't a democracy, ya know! I could take away rights you ain't even thought of yet!<BR/><BR/>Oh wait, no I can't. I forgot. Sorry. Wrong rant.<BR/><BR/>Don't you know this is a capitalist pig society? If it ain't a truffle, I don't want it, got that?!Kamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00531243633193697440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post-51558487348991469302008-09-17T06:29:00.000-07:002008-09-17T06:29:00.000-07:00Hmm...Anonymous' comment was reasonably entertaini...Hmm...<BR/><BR/>Anonymous' comment was reasonably entertaining, but it lacked sufficient parenthetical comments.<BR/><BR/>Hey, just because an author is unpublished doesn't mean they don't have the right to drown you in embellished Narcissism!The Moody Minstrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16342935635794595909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post-67731763018729816912008-09-16T14:00:00.000-07:002008-09-16T14:00:00.000-07:00LOL! OMG I almost peed my pants!LOL! OMG I almost peed my pants!Kamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00531243633193697440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post-79913698876848732942008-09-16T13:55:00.000-07:002008-09-16T13:55:00.000-07:00Geesh! A little wordy there :)Geesh! A little wordy there :)C.S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03405230532317363372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15257204.post-60842062715234336742008-09-16T13:46:00.000-07:002008-09-16T13:46:00.000-07:00Oh come on now. I am very, very sure this person,...Oh come on now. I am very, very sure this person, this short story yet unpublished writer, this artist whom no one probably understands and so on, knew perfectly well she would be over the limits and limitations set forth by whom ever and felt assured that you would excuse and allow her lengthy bio because, well, she must have said it best when saying she had so much to say, so little room. I mean, come on...or did I already say that? Nevermind, whatever, what have you, she is most likely and most probably someone important and how could you edit someone of her standing or level (let us leave the unpublished part out of it for now and the time being, shall we?)? Truly, no one understands artists today. Back in the day, when I was a relative poor rural white trash nobody, without paper and pencil or the means of which to read rules and regulations that were clearly written for someone other than myself, I had to scratch an imaginary bio out in the fine, silty dust that lay in drifts under my bedroom window with the pointy end of an antelope horn (not that it was using it anymore). And I remember all the days and nights (because there were lots and lots of them) when I would raise my tiny dirty fist to the heavens and swear that by God, I'd never go hungry again...or abide by some silly rules that limit my creativity and-<BR/><BR/>[Blogger unable to connect}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com