.[Boots Riley:]
This brick
Which is gripped by my fingers
Which shoot out from my hand
Which is fastened to my arm
That meets up with my shoulder>
That sits well below my head
That surrounds my brain
Which is tied up with thoughts of resentment, fear, and loathing
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