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The author has put in plenty of themes, messages, ideas, issues, and motifs. The character, Holden Caulfield is alienated from society, is experiencing the painfulness of growing up, thinks that the adult world is full of phoniness, and is sick of hearing about the American Dream from his teachers. JD Salinger has created a book that has raised plenty of questions and controversy towards the readers. The Catcher in the Rye shows how a teenage mind works. JD Salinger has used a stream of consciousness

I have many big problems with this show. First of all, the pacing is unimaginably slow. That’s not the biggest problem because here is this: Why are they brought to this world? Who brought them there? Who created this world? Why does nobody give a fuck about their previous worlds? The whole thing is so unrealistic. I mean, yeah, they fight for their lives daily but why are they not even trying to figure out or thinking about how they got

“Yes…but nooo. Sir, I beg you,” spoke Eryk. “I thought you wanted to pop something?” said Brendan. Eryk’s eyes pleaded in bewilderment as he spoke, “Yes, Sir.” Then, Brendan pivoted around and shimmied his cheeky ass and he said, “How about my ass?” “Fuck, yeah, Sir,” whispered Eryk as his jaw nudged the back of Brendan’s neck. “Then here’s your chance…and it’s a virgin hole,” said Brendan. Brendan returned to the sofa, as he knelt on the cushions. He leaned his chest downwards to anchor himself,

pretty severe concussion though.” “Thank you for pointing out the obvious.” I mumbled and tried to sit up, “Fuck—there goes that idea.” The doctor raised the bed with the push of a button, “You’re going to have to say here a few days.” “Bullshit.” “Drew, language!” My dad barked out. “Shhhhh, damn!” I said and tried to grab my head but the pain in my ribs wouldn’t let me, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” “I’m so sorry.” My mom said, apologizing to the

dude. That sounds awesome.” “Yeah...That would be nice.” “And yet, fuck all has happened,” the boy in the middle groaned as he sat up. “Here we are, fresh into the spring semester of our second year, and we haven't scored one chick. It's not fair!” The teen scratched his messy brown hair in frustration. His bald-headed friend agreed with the sentiment. “I know, right? We’re supposed to be swimming in puss! Why the fuck else would we come to this school?” The monkey-faced pervert pumped his

Analytical Essay of ‘Among the Thugs’, William Buford The book “Among the Thugs” from 1992 written by William Buford, describes Buford’s own experiences with hooliganism. The text is about the British football culture and the hooligan-ism that follows. Throughout the text, we follow the American Journalist Bill Buford, who is located at a train station in Cardiff, where he for the first time became acquainted with hooli-ganism. Hundreds of Liverpool supporters robbed the station, terrorized the

A phone call. That’s all it took to ruin what left of my day. One single, seemingly meaningless phone call. I could have just ignored it, then it wouldn’t have royally damaged what was remained of my stupid, tedious, unhappy assignment. It was a simple enough job, for the money at least. Put a neat crater into some business officials face, let his brains leak out, call to confirm, get the cash and leave. Easy. The stuck up prick went to the machines downstairs to get a pop at around 8:37 in the morning

irreverent. For years everyone has talked about how much they hate these movies and how bad the writing and directing is yet every time the new one comes out it ends up making over a billion dollars at the box office proving that critics opinion means fuck all with these films. So why waste my time talking about the cinematography and the Mise-en-scène of Transformers: The Last Knight when clearly you don’t give a crap anyway. So instead of a giving you a full-fledged movie review which will be a waste

"No, worried you might tire yourself out when that's my job." Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers. "I think you're way in front

*Ding ding ding good morning* She rubbed her eyes and unlocked her Samsung j5. Her wallpaper instantly reminded her about how Thea can’t make a joke, but Nina, she’s the best, so funny and just the best in the world. The footsteps are getting louder coming up the stairs. They came bursting into the room. “Wake up, Angel, you got a busy day of school ahead.” Ugh, it was Phil. He went straight up to the blinds letting the sunlight stream in. Oh FFS! Piss off! What she would love to say to him, but