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Scribbled Ramblings: January 2013
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Tuesday, January 1, 2013. Somebody's brain, an. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It’s Okay To Be Young. Songs of a Storyteller. How to break someone. The Fight In Me. Kevin - Hands On. I SAID GOOD DAY! C Life - The Story. I am a woman, I am a writer. I live to praise my God. In the meantime, I also do freelance writing work! View my complete profile. See the Northern Lights. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Scribbled Ramblings: October 2012
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Monday, October 29, 2012. 8220;…to fill the world’s cracks with needles that will let us hear those cracks speak…”. William H. Gass. Sunday, October 21, 2012. I know this feeling. I know where it comes from. And I know who’s leading. Opens up the floodgates. Now it’s going high ways. I will not be lost. You will always remain. The one who paid the cost. Blood from the darkness. Power from the name. And glory when it all comes falling down. The dis...
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Scribbled Ramblings: July 2013
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Wednesday, July 24, 2013. We know not what we do. I lie, knees folded, my. Face to the ground. While I, knuckles clenched white. Cover my head, my. I cry, knees folded, my. Face to the ground. While I, knuckles clenched white. Cover my head, my. Spine exposed, screaming. 8220;Do I not hate those who hate you with a perfect hatred! Knees folded, my. Face to the ground. While I, knuckles clenched white. Cover my head, my. For your wrath as it flows,.
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Scribbled Ramblings: April 2012
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. I’ve heard Christ called a rebel (cheers to unpleasant labels. And I’ve read Paul writing “do not conform to this world”. So I should just follow my gut and do what I. I want to do, right? Today, I believe the answer is wrong. Jesus was in the temple when his parents didn’t expect it. His defense: “don’t you know I should be in my father’s house? Oh wait, the passage continues:. The things he knew! So I sat there at the ...
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Scribbled Ramblings: February 2013
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Wednesday, February 20, 2013. The thing you’re not going to forget about this kitchen is that it has a lot of yellow. Not the kind of bright yellow we usually associate with kitchens, but a deeper, almost ochre shade. It says something about how she loves: happily consuming all, yet deeply, committedly. Those already passed on are missed, their padding through, mewing, zipping between the table and stool legs as they get to bowls of food against t...
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Scribbled Ramblings: June 2012
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Saturday, June 23, 2012. Wala Sathiya 2012 at UOP. Tuesday, June 19, 2012. 8206;Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. 8213; Jack Kerouac. Monday morning was super weather. The sun was out but there was considerable rain also, and the heat and humidity of Colombo mid-morning was lifted by the coolness of the drops of liquid breaking free of pregnant clouds. Such a long and ineffective sentence. The rain has stopped&#...
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Scribbled Ramblings: November 2013
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Monday, November 4, 2013. Psalm 139 has been. For a while now. I relate to it so strongly that when I am lost for words and struggling to pray for myself, the psalmist seems to speak for me. While I kept my silence, my body wasted away. Through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me;. My strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you,. And I did not hide my iniquity;. You knit me ...
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Scribbled Ramblings
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Wednesday, December 24, 2014. Maybe after all these years of understanding your silence. For once, I didn't get it. Right in the feelings. Friday, October 02, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Maybe after all these years of understanding your . Tell him about his father. The Fight In Me. I Write Because I Want To. Songs of a Storyteller. Kevin - Hands On. I SAID GOOD DAY! C Life - The Story. I am a woman, I am a writer.
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Scribbled Ramblings: September 2011
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Monday, September 26, 2011. Monday, September 12, 2011. I am a fickle-minded woman. Journalist, poet, actor, pianist, singer, model, celebrity, evangelist, counselor, composer, inspiration, instigator, intellectual, academic, corporate bombshell, director, leader, mistress, girlfriend, friend, follower, hater, lover, rapper, critic, social-worker, straight-A-student, role-model, radical, revolutionary, strong, upright, appreciative, fucking perfect.
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Scribbled Ramblings: November 2011
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Worthless rantings from the elder places of a young mind. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. Chaaya Wild, Yala – Day’s Diary 2 “Five Minutes”. I feared the security guard wanted to run through the myriad of belongings we’d packed in our numerous bags for a trip spanning a whole day, but thankfully, he only reached forward in a friendly fashion and handed each of us a wooden plank. Yeah, but it had some kind of writing on it (I’m sorry, I don’t do pictures, the following is purely informative):. 8220;ooh, nice!
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