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Thu, 24.09.2009

THURMAN THOMAS by Reuben Jackson.

Barely through the second quarter-and he has already rushed through swatches of curses, blood and astro turf fourteen times-a ballet of chalkboard moves which sometimes fail.

After the bodies rise, he takes brief glimpses at the sky, and flags which seem to point in the direction of a quiet beach….

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We will be no generashuns to cum for blks r killing r-selves did u hear bros. Did you hear the killings did u hear the sounds of the... UNTITLED (a commemoration of the blk/family) by Johari Amini.
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