My Cardboard Balcony

When I got out of the shower tonight, I was ready to compile a simple blog entry with all the quotations I've put up on my Facebook profile, from writers and musicians and philosophers and friends and family and so on and so forth and yay. Some of them you would have already seen before, but others you would not have. Sure, it would've been somewhat of a cop-out post, but I didn't really want to delve too much into my typical writer moods regarding how I can cope in a changing market and a struggling economy. You can only vent so much. I got back onto the computer and checked my Facebook profile, and as a result I found two updates on a group I'm a part of on the website: Chapman University QSA. As the name states, this is the queer straight alliance at my undergraduate university, which I joined only a few days after I came out as a lesbian back in February of 2011. The people there made a huge difference in my coming out process and my boost in confidence as a membe

Rider Rigg by Belinda Roddie Rider Rigg the writer, he wrote a written rhyme a rhyme writ for readers ready to read it for a dime with an airy air, arched brows, and a prayer that Rigg write ravenous readers more But when his wild ways wavered while they waited wanting whims and wishes their patience pattered, puttered out, vicious readers roared, "Write!" and Rider replied, "Read the rhymes that I wrote before! The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since June 4th, 2007.

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