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In my eyes, indisposed in disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake and the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench, ‘neath the black the sky looks dead…
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I don’t at this point actually see any connection between myself, NKINTRA, and the acid throwing attack on Bolshoi Ballet director Sergei Filin. The only odd thing was, when sitting down to read a recent issue of TIME while waiting on someone, that I turned straight to the page with five quotes, the fifth being his. 1,107 more words
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This one is going to wander a bit. Can’t be helped. When you are describing a nearly unbelievable set of circumstances, you have to include motive. 3,547 more words