Poetry against Torture by Paul A. Bova download in iPad, ePub, pdf
Bush was still the president. The cocktail of pain and pleasure is a masochist's wet dream. And the Inquisition, of course.
Add a review and share your thoughts with other readers. The torture device is like a dentist's chair, but with a tub for the feet, presumably where they will drain out my blood. My spouse shoots me the old Told You So look and smiles.
These Muslims, they aren't like us. Then I see the napalm and burnt village. Robocop immediately digs deeply into my neck and spine with his titanium-steel fingers, plowing my vertebral column like a John Deere cultivator. Makes short shrift on foot two.
He has no cellmates, no one to talk to and is not allowed to exercise on the roof facility like the other prisoners, nor may he exercise in his cell. They believe in violence to promote their religion. She pulls out a big cheese grater and goes to work on the bottom of my foot. The Representation ofReality in Western Literature.
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