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Post by lightbaron on Jan 13, 2014 14:49:44 GMT -5
Caeser is past due for a new haircut but the barbers have been left behind, from when the pub crawl reached the Bastille freedom, like love, or any absolute is impossible and must adapt, constantly to sneak in an existence each breath disguises its own conspiracy; we have already won the now, but the devil is a sundial and we are dancing in the details let us not allow a them to mediate our moments steal the deed to today by not spending fight, my brother, in the way of the frugal drive the last nail into the wrist of asked permission, by being self reliant
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Post by Aish on Jan 15, 2014 1:39:19 GMT -5
Just a quick drive- by to let you know I'm reading...
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 15, 2014 3:41:14 GMT -5
Thought provoking. It's difficult to comment on quickly. It wants/needs to be read a few times. But first impression; S2 and S5 are solid. S3 and S4 have an obvious profound truth but have deeper meaning as well. " each breath disguises its own conspiracy;" - Wow! Awesome line. S1 - love the opening, anything that starts with a beheading is captivating in my book LOL but L3 is difficult to connect and disappointing. One must assume since the barbers where left behind they did not make the appointment. love Love LOVE! the ending. And I'm sure I see something else the next time I read it. Thanks for sharing
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