Public Party  The Childrens Party

Public Party The Childrens Party

Public party of Indiana is a Political Party; “I”, Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts out a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch is in music. I remember everything. Allowing me to never have to remember anything as it happens. Here goes You are the first to hear my story. I was born 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. 3 minutes after My brother Who disappeared be for I was born 3 minutes later @ 6:33 AM August the 1st 1953. I was very healthy; he was a very sick baby (TTTS) needing a blood transfusion and incubator for 3 months. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also sad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval. Fast forward By the time I would finish 8th grade at 15 years old-10 years of schooling/2nd grade done 2 times, I would go to 21-grade schools some more than once. Live in the guardians’ home 5 /6 times; adding up to over 2 years. Donnie Harold harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friend, I am not a Republican. But an Ex-Democrat. One that is for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -completely. Government is a privilege and not a right. We are the citizenry, and permanent. The government is temporary. Not our rights of citizenship and our greater freedom as a human. Can you help us all? IT IS “I” Donnie Harold Harris

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Rock Hudson Man or Myth

After running away from being kidnapped and raped by a special forces Marine In Indianapolis, I ran away at 15 to Hollywood Ca. I am ready to read it soon. This would be detailed in my short store called 5 weeks in the summer of ’69. I was standing on the corner of Hollywood Blvd and Selma sometime in July of 1969 @ 15 when Rock Hudson pulled up in a Mercedes I think And motioned for me to get into his front seat. I had a firm policy of street life to never go where I did not know where it was or how I would get back. I had just watch Rock in a movie weeks earlier in Indy. I was confused that he would want a street-smart beat up 15-year-old male hustler from Indiana. Rock was from Illinois And the book righter from Ky. The other part of the store with #RockHudson is too futuristic and mind-bending to tell here.

MAN; A Wheel within a Wheel within a Wheel

MAN; A Wheel within a Wheel within a Wheel

Man is not alone. Yet he fails to look outside of himself. It is hard to master a single wheel. Yet add a second and it become easier to drive as a bike. Add a third wheel and new possibilities arise. Add a fourth wheel and a stability arises. Allowing for a steering wheel to all four. Add a power source and you have a car with its possibilities. Yet all the parts and pieces must work together. If all the wheels were left to their own accord they would be no motion or relocation and no work. But possibilities of confusion and catastrapy hate or no insight. A man is not complete without a family, a wife a place within a group of groups within in a race within and all of man. There are no stars without a mind to know so. No galaxy or a Universe at all. No god or gods or a path to follow. Chaos and death insue. Raw survival and death. Yet with a complete body a man can create the music of the Soul to dance in. A spaceship without space is not possible. With out a past to rely on there is no future to decide about. No wheel no future no hope to Man.