Recuerdos De Phoolan Devi

Playing a part in the conspiracy, this is something neo, like a modern form of piracy. the dream hit me so hard it felt so fucking real, they symbolized our ridiculous escape from mass opinion. liberate yourself! she went out for the fight against oppression, the head in the crosshair, she never returned home. implied thoughts, this aint something romantic, and i fought, but this fight can never save anyone. weve got to buy spikes for my belt! thats freedom? impressions of your sandbox revolution