Fingers clutching end of the world, mi mantita. I read towns like palms. Twisted wrist, soft ache of mans new love, I have nothing to lose but loss itself. Fist curls. Your fuego burns my thumbs. And so I dream of bringing back the 'human' in The Humanities.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Comparing two of India's "non-partisan' news sources on Hazare.
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