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totalitarian mentally advanced pony chapter 27 111

Contributed by alicewhite on Thursday, 16th July 2015 @ 06:03:13 PM in AEST
Topic: hbadday



Oh I have no doubt that I you and god damn it caulden even all the innocent children ' all them miracles made in your image shall soon turn from your grace ' oh yes lord they shall all sin even as john chapter 27 says he is but righteous before thow harvest reaping hangmans noose ' I sure do believe them old haddocks eyes while old an wrinkled somewhat see all ' they see not just matter of this existence no no phewee' I gotta chuckle to myself o lord cause I might be short or long sighted myself but even I see that them eyes sees clean right through your very bones n into every mans heart and soul' catcher in the rye why he just sits right up on the gate searching souls catching butterflies in the wheat.




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Re: totalitarian mentally advanced pony chapter 27 111 (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Thursday, 16th July 2015 @ 07:52:22 PM AEST
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Good write.

Hannah B


Re: totalitarian mentally advanced pony chapter 27 111 (User Rating: 1 )
by irisblue on Thursday, 16th July 2015 @ 08:34:25 PM AEST
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interesting write. I have read it several times and really like it! I love the last part (he just sits right up on the gate searching souls catching butterflies in the wheat ) awesome!


Re: totalitarian mentally advanced pony chapter 27 111 (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 17th July 2015 @ 11:05:48 AM AEST
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As a red book fan I dug it Alice!
Provokes much thought!


Re: totalitarian mentally advanced pony chapter 27 111 (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 19th July 2015 @ 02:51:59 AM AEST
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very inclusive is a Holden Caulfield who
seems to inflect all these fields of rye at this mystical
edge like the bane of innocence
This we catch, alone, as we clearly appear
to be, each, to their very own way, perhaps at first singing and then feeling sunken or
perhaps feeling fallen with no outstretched arms to catch us.

So you learn that they see right through you, and later still you may see through them, but only after you have lost your own innocence, which you cherish
deeply.

I wonder about the meaning in this ... and there is I think a lot to wonder about within it.

Thanks for putting it out there!

Peace!





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