tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681144.post3037871949160141988..comments2023-10-22T01:43:01.019-07:00Comments on paulette's hypermeaningful weblog: Paulette's Rockridge CD Essay Contestpaulettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09978452584486423027noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681144.post-62002461489883789522015-05-08T14:06:11.075-07:002015-05-08T14:06:11.075-07:00When Listen to Paulette's music I SEE GOD. the...When Listen to Paulette's music I SEE GOD. the sound of it makes me feel like I have an awful itch down below in an embarrassing unpublic place: I scratch and scratch but I can never get enough. The frogs sing throaty melodies and the birds flap their wings to the divine rhythm. Heaven descends out of the clouds dripping wet and insects buzz out of dark dank holes. I fell like I'm on the weirdest strongest drug and my brain fries in the pan along with breakfast. Colorful Clowns come out of my closet and sine my shoes. The sky opens and I see the universe as it is - one pile of enormous quivering happiness. The music reminds me of murder of ravens singing raucously from the trees. Would it be that the Masters on High open their gullets and spew forth such glory.Jason Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01541771336708351057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681144.post-57788991977986698912015-03-04T11:31:43.199-08:002015-03-04T11:31:43.199-08:00When I beheld Paulette's CD Rockridge I sighed...When I beheld Paulette's CD Rockridge I sighed, and said within myself, "Surely Paulette is a broomstick!" Nature sent her into the world strong and lusty, in a thriving condition, wearing her own hair on her head, the proper branches of this reasoning vegetable, till the axe of intemperance has lopped off her green boughs, and left her a withered trunk; she then flies to art, and puts on a periwig, valuing herself upon an unnatural bundle of hairs, all covered with powder, that never grew on herhead; but now should this our CD pretend to enter the scene, proud of those birchen spoils it never bore, and all covered with dust, through the sweepings of the finest lady's chamber, we should be apt to ridicule and despise its vanity. Partial judges that we are of our own excellencies, and other men's defaults! <br />Scott MacLeodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478551791320838894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681144.post-17974245306922819962015-03-03T13:35:21.390-08:002015-03-03T13:35:21.390-08:00My essay is ready. I'm sure I'll figure ou...My essay is ready. I'm sure I'll figure out how to submit it eventually. Please consider sharing the essays you get when the contest is over. I'm sure they will be a blast to read.Dianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09426322346118741674noreply@blogger.com