the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
To Sylvia, I still haven't told you what I thought. I apologize for getting off topic.
You have a very interesting writing style, to which coco alluded. The descriptive language you use and the tenseness you convey is very intriguing, and leaves us wanting more. You seem to be a natural story teller, and I'd love to see more.
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
You still haven't grasped what I've said. Keep trying.
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
NOW do you comprehend???
I understood it the other three times you said it as well.
In other words, your comment is implying [how typical of the WTBTS' techniques, by the way...] that I am "bluffing" about having read the book - and by the way, I was ONLY 10 when I read it - [and fully comprehended it (!!)] - BY CHOICE!!!
Sigh. Reread my last comment. Do I have to spell it out for you?
And you were "only 10 when" you "read it?" I thought you read it several times.
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
I liked your story..You killed JD..LOL!!
She did not! He got a stay!!
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
Oh, please, Sylvia!! DON'T feed his bloated ego!!!
And the truth comes out.
Dear, perhaps you need to take yourself less seriously. While what I stated was true regarding my disappointment and lack of engagement with Moby Dick, you failed to grasp the essence of my statement, namely, an overtly exaggerted statement in an attempt to be humourous. Don't feel bad though, you're in good company. Many people do not "get" me. I make no apologies for expressing my opinion on books, of which I have many, but frankly, you must have been born yesterday to take everything I say at face value.
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
PLEASE, keep writing! You especially, John!
You too Co Co!
the execution of john doe.
september 12, 1978, dawned bright and clear with a promise of an early fall coolness to counteract the oppressive heat that had lingered sullenly over the countryside.. in his prison cell, john doe ate his last breakfast, savoring each bite of the crisp bacon, fluffy eggs, and buttery grits.
the scalding hot coffee, laced with real cream, tasted like the nectar of gods as he swirled it around in his mouth before swallowing it with gusto.. he had arisen early, showering and shaving in the pre-dawn hours before his daily reading of the scriptures.
Zid, without a doubt Moby Dick is one of the most atricious books to ever be misconstrued as "literature." And you're damned right I base that on my own opinion regarding the book, who elses would you suggest I use?
guilty of sexually harassing anita hill?.
i say no.. what say you?.
this came up on the arlen specter thread, but i feel it needs a thread of its own.. thanks.. syl.
Actually, that was a good one!
Sweetie, mine are all good!
guilty of sexually harassing anita hill?.
i say no.. what say you?.
this came up on the arlen specter thread, but i feel it needs a thread of its own.. thanks.. syl.
Thank heavens. Can you imagine the mess we'd be in if Gore had been president?
guilty of sexually harassing anita hill?.
i say no.. what say you?.
this came up on the arlen specter thread, but i feel it needs a thread of its own.. thanks.. syl.
It's not my fault you are uniformed Jeff.
What, is he a cop?
