I love Mos Def and Talib Kweli as much as the next head, but they're about as far from southern as it's possible to get! On a side note, seriously liking Mississippi by David Banner. Cheers for that nr...
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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