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but i'm not sure if i have the time or the content in me right now. maybe i'll do the palestinian same poem again, but with dance moves, and see palestinian how they respond to that. see old posts main | board CRASH It's the sense of touch. What? Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people. People bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that palestinian touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something. You guys okay? I think he hit his head. You don't think that's true? Stay in your car. Graham, I think we got rear-ended. I think we spun around twice. And somewhere in there, one of us lost our frame of reference. And I'm gonna go look for it. - Calm down, ma'am. - I am calm! I need to see your registration and insurance. Why? It's not my fault! It's her fault! She do this! My fault? Ma'am, you really need to wait in your vehicle. My fault? Stop in middle of street! Mexicans no know how to drive.
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