ellauri111.html on line 343: You need FAITH in the blood of Jesus to get into heaven. THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, God manifested in the flesh, WAS CRUCIFIED [nailed to the cross through his hands and his feet] FOR OUR SINS AS OUR SUBSTITUTE. Talk about scapegoat! In order to be saved and get into heaven, literally all you need to do is
xxx/ellauri103.html on line 218: As for the culture police’s obsession with “authenticity,” fiction is inherently inauthentic. It’s fake. It’s self-confessedly fake; that is the nature of the form, which is about people who don’t exist and events that didn’t happen. The name of the game is not whether your novel honours reality; it’s all about what you can get away with. Well mine is anyway, I don't know about you. I try to get away with anything that is not nailed or welded fast.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 489: "nailed it."
xxx/ellauri129.html on line 652: Elizabeth Packard spent the next three years at the Jacksonville Insane Asylum in Jacksonville, IL (now the Jacksonville Developmental Center). She was regularly questioned by her doctors but refused to agree that she was insane or to change her religious views. In June 1863, due, in part, to pressure from her children, who wished her released, the doctors declared that she was incurable and discharged her. Upon her discharge, Theophilus locked her in the nursery of their home and nailed the windows shut. Elizabeth managed to drop a letter complaining of this treatment out the window, which was delivered to her friend Sarah Haslett. Sarah Haslett in turn delivered the letter to Judge Charles Starr, who issued a writ of habeas corpus ordering Theophilus to bring Elizabeth to his chambers to discuss the matter. After being presented with Theophilus' evidence, Judge Starr scheduled a jury trial to allow a legal determination of Elizabeth's sanity to take place.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 582: If you were going for a Hemingway style, you've nailed it. Unfortunately, I hate Hemingway's style. This reads a lot like him: no personality, no emotion, uninteresting, dialogue that makes me feel nauseous, feels pointless. Beige prose. Yes, you've nailed Hemingway. But don't take this criticism harshly. I'm sure someone who's a Hemingway fan (the other 55,000 subscribers) will say delightful things.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 631: he angered a local king who ordered him nailed to a bed, covered his whole body with paper, brimstones, oil, asphalt and brushwood and set him on fire
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 192: Why is it, asked the teareyed history marm, that us goyim have always hated you mockies so much? Ask them not me says Amy. Well because you guys keep to your own company, are greedy as all hell and think you're better than us rest, though it was you guys who got your brother Christ nailed on The Cross and got $30 for the job.
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