Jose wanted for nothing... he owned every toy, useful or not. But no matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't find anything that would stop his nose from looking like it had been lacquered.
--- I am a Strange One/'His world is small.'/
'I love hunting foxes - Ginger Bastards!'/
'They weren't aiming at us, Not at my house' - Dead Prez/
The Pravda-Raï Party: Triumphing over Diversity
--- I am a Strange One/'His world is small.'/
'I love hunting foxes - Ginger Bastards!'/
'They weren't aiming at us, Not at my house' - Dead Prez/
The Pravda-Raï Party: Triumphing over Diversity