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Monday, April 22, 2013
Invaded
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Sunday, April 21, 2013
The Girl Who Lost Her Smile
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Friday, March 22, 2013
When...
When there's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
When your bed and your body become strangers
When the sheets hold but a whisper of your scent
When adrenaline and numbness coexist
When every emotion makes a meteoric rise to the top
When you've scaled every zenith and plundered every nadir
Then you will know the path I trod
Then you will follow the lines I walk
Then you will realise the high price I pay
To just be me...
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Tonight I swear I'd sell my soul to be a hero for you…
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Learning to paint the colours of the wind
Did you know that dogs are colour-blind? They don’t seen colour, just like we can’t see time. We can feel it passing, but we can’t see it. It’s just a blur. It’s like we’re riding in a supersonic train and the world’s just blowing by. But hearing the unfinished tracks of Kailasa’s Rangeele at the bloggers meet made me feel that I could stop that train, get out, look around and see time for what it really is – a universe, a world, a thing, as unimaginable as colour to a dog. Hearing each track made me feel like the dog who saw a rainbow!
Learning to paint the colours of the wind
Ayesha Dominica Almeida
Every once in a while there comes something that changes the way you feel or think. But that’s so easy to do. After all, a tsunami can prompt the re-charting of an entire globe. But imagine something that settles in quiet as the morning dew. And makes you feel more impassioned or more wild about life itself. Like the rediscovery of a long forgotten hobby or maybe even the learning of a new art or, as I discovered, the new Kailasa album Rangeele.
An evolved sound, a freshness seldom felt now-a-days, a better togetherness, reality and truth personified, are just some of the many things you will feel and see in the new Kailasa album Rangeele. You will step into a world of love, passion, rambunctiousness, solitude, and a better understanding of how a world, when infused with colour, changes the way we look at things. 12 songs come together seamlessly to speak of concepts often felt, yet not always expressed well in words. From start to finish Rangeele embodies the Aldous Huxley saying, “After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
Each person from Kailasa has come together seamlessly to create a work of art. From the notes pouring out of each instrument to the words coming out of each soul, the colour of sound comes out with passion and paints on the canvas of silences a picture so loud, that it could only be describing life itself!
Each track forces you to face a reality, as it gives you glimpses of fantasy. But it also shows how sometimes reality is just an illusion. The mechanisms of the scenes unfolding in each of the 12 tracks are but a play of light and shadow — a chimerical chiaroscuro, as the album unfolds in the sepia-toned landscape of your eyes.
Some of the tracks of Rangeele evoked feelings that I couldn’t hold back…
O Rangeele
Sometimes a word is worth a 1000 pictures. Every word in ‘O Rangeele’ paints a different picture. A phantasmagoric saga of the colours of life itself.
Albeliyah
Soothing. Soulful. Colourful. Paints a million pictures in shades of blue and red.
Tu kya jaane
The song feels like you are personally being asked the question and it’s being sung only for you.
Yaadan teriyan
It evokes pictures of flowing rivers, cascading mountains, and clouds running through your hands. It brings forth colours that soothe, yet set you on fire.
Bab-baji
Sheer tranquility. Bab-baji portrays sheer joy. It instills in your heart the kind of safety only you can give yourself.
Katha Gaan
It makes you think of a painter splashing colours around a huge canvas. You feel that it’s all one big mish-mash of colour and then you take a step back and realise that the complete picture is too stunning to even describe.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
I won’t lie. I wish that I could be your superman tonight

Wounded, hated, hurt and jaded. Emotions we go through more times than a Churchgate local visits Churchgate! They say what doesn’t break us, only makes us stronger. We all know the reality cheque on that bounced long ago. It’s more like what doesn’t break us, wasn’t strong enough to do so. Everyone needs to be broken to be made whole. Some don’t find that inner fire to weld the breaks together. Some do. Many rather live broken. In a disposable culture, it’s just easier.
Notice how we’ve stopped repairing and started replacing? It starts with ordinary things like an iron whose coil needs to be changed. We go out and buy a new one. Saves us the trouble. The sad thing about ideas is that they don’t go through a trickle down effect till it’s sometimes too late. They begin small, move higher and then finally spread everywhere. Same with the idea of a disposal age. From an iron to a marriage, to societies and cultures. If they don’t work, we don’t fight, don’t try, don’t repair. Damaged and disposed. Serve the ego. So much so, those who really fight, land up with indelible scars. But has anyone ever stopped and wondered where it’s got us or how many people suffer? And in a country low on good psychological help and high on the need for it, it’s no wonder.
Have you listened to some of the music being made today? Seen the amount of songs written on hurt and pain and someone telling you through a song, let me be there for you? ‘I want to be your superman tonight.’ I’ve heard 9 in 2 weeks. Statistics don’t always lie. And many a time a failed marriage, a dying culture, a broken relationship, a breaking heart, a dead teenager, all become just that, another statistic!
Take a look at Bon Jovi’s Superman Tonight or Armin Van Buuren’s Broken Tonight, both speak about broken people and someone promising to help them. Who’s that someone special for you? Who’s that one person you can turn to when the lights go down? Who’s the one person who turns to you? Or as Bon Jovi says, ‘Who's going to save you when the stars fall from your sky? And who's going to pull you in when the tide gets too high? Who's going to hold you when you turn out the lights?’
I particularly remember a visit to India from a female actor. If I’m not mistaken it was Ashley Judd. She spoke about something very poignant and honestly, till that moment, I never believed that there was a single other person on God’s green earth other than I, who believed in this simple act. She very simply stated about her work with abused and abandoned children and women that she always told them the same thing. When they were weak and had no faith in themselves, when they were so broken and in pain, they couldn’t even cry, she asked them simply to let her carry their burden for a while, till they were strong enough to take over. And more importantly, to allow her to cry for them till they found the strength to cry their own tears.
For me, that’s always been a way to help someone since when I was in school. I was pleasantly surprised to know that someone else did the same. It’s an exhilarating feeling, knowing that you can be there for someone. Do you know what one of the most treasured gifts in this life is? To have someone whom you know for a fact doesn’t trust anyone come up to you and tell you 3 simple words – I trust you. It opens up doors to lasting friendship and it opens you to the fact that you hold a treasure in your hand more precious than anything you can ever imagine. Remember the disposal culture I mentioned earlier? Makes it also very hard to trust. Don’t treat the gift lightly.
If you need a shoulder to lean on, ASK. If you can be a shoulder to lean on, OFFER. Remember the footprints in the sand story? For me it’s always been slightly different. Every time I walked I always saw two sets of prints in the sand. But in the rotten times, none of the two sets belonged to me. Strange? Not really. In the good times it was my friends and I. In the bad, the footprints belonged to God and the friends who have always been by my side. I was the one being carried but by two people. So whose footprints will you be today and who will be yours someday?
It’s a universal truth that you aren’t alone.
As Collin Raye said, ‘I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too. So we're really not that different. Me and you.’
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Moonlight Murmurs
He lies broken, awaiting the healing
The moonlight kisses his body
Softening the lines etched into his brow
His soft moans are eaten up by the quietness of the night
As his mind searches for the peace to end his body’s fight
A memory tickles his senses
Suddenly, the six are all alive
His eyes hunt for the elusive feeling
His mind starts to play truant to the sweet excesses
But long before reality can deny the source, his soul confesses
It is like post-its everywhere
The soothing gentleness of her body
That sweet smile, which spreads around him
Her kindness that cocoons him, removing all doubt
He curls up inside her, breathing within, yet without
The sheets radiate her softness
The pillows convey her warmth
Every corner bestows a whiff of her perfume
He allows himself to rest, as, into her safety he slides
As, with the darkness, his love for her, he confidesPas a Pas se va luènh
Monday, May 14, 2007
Booked for Life - 3
The Kite Runner
Some day we shall know the truth of a circumstance, a situation, or sometimes of our very own behaviour and this truth will make us mad. But now this mad has to become constructive. No feeling or emotion is right or wrong. It is how you act upon it that is. It is human tendency to react. But it is also human responsibility to rise above and convert reaction to action.
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Friday, May 11, 2007
Exquisite Taste of Life
Have you ever scaled the heights of a mountain? And then when you took that pit-stop, sat yourself down on a ledge by a laughing spout of water gushing forth from the rock, transforming into a babbling brook to empty itself into a crystal clear mountain lake? And while you sat on that ledge you dangled your legs in the stream just to let the gently lapping waters have a crush on you. To let them break, just to do you with a million droplets, to watch them rise and fall and chant your name a million times. To see the waters turn away, pause and rush back to touch you again…and again.
All you hear is your breathing. All you see are the varied hues of dragon flies hovering over. All you touch is beauty. All you feel is purity. Water: crystal clear, peaceful, pure, life itself.
If there is one thing that symbolises life more than any other element, it is water. It makes up 71 per cent of the Earth’s surface, it consists of around 70 per cent of our bodily fluids, and make up and preserve the very building blocks of life.
And there is nothing more refreshing and utterly fascinating seeing water in its most natural habitat originating from a mountain and flowing down to the plains, perennially or maybe freezing up in winter into mysterious and soft snow or glistening ice to once again thaw in the spring and turn the world warm again.
And in this awe-inducing yet known hydrological cycle have you ever looked at the water in your glass and ponder how it made its way there? How does our drinking water fit into this hydrologic cycle? Where did the water we drink fall as precipitation? Did this water percolate down into the ground as part of a groundwater system, or did it remain on the surface as part of a surface water system? What path did this water follow in order to become our drinking water? Have you ever explored the hydrologic cycle and water's journey to your glass?
Water falls as precipitation to the earth. Once it falls, some water percolates into the ground, but some of it crosses fields as runoff and enters streams. These streams empty into the rivers, which cross the boundaries and eventually enter into reservoirs, which then might directly make its way to your tap or purifier and of course ultimately your glass. One long, arduous yet fulfilling journey for the free falling element.
Or maybe it might just take that in between pit-stop at a bottling plant to be stripped off its impurities. Such that, that one sip takes you back up to the mountain, locked in that time zone of your own to rediscover that life is not solely comprised of tasks but tastes. Taste not just for the good things in life, but for the little things that make life good. Water—the exquisite taste of life.
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Saturday, May 05, 2007
Booked For Life - 2
Labyrinth
by Kate Moss
What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we are and what we did. An imprint, no more. I have learned much. I have become wise. But have I made a difference? I cannot tell. Pas a pas, se va luènh.
I have watched the green of spring give way to the gold of summer, the copper of autumn give way to the white of winter as I have sat and waited for the fading light. Over and over again I have asked myself why? If I had known how it would feel to live with such loneliness, to stand, the sole witness to the endless cycle of birth and life and death, what would I have done?
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Thursday, May 03, 2007
Red Strokes - Garth Brooks
They say that sometimes a word is worth a 1000 pictures. This song speaks more than just volumes. It talks about love, taking one, from the human to the divine to the sublime.)
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand
Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this...
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Love, Me
I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry tree...
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Come Unity Can Be Ours
“I awoke one morning to find blood on my hands; not mine, but that of the child I had killed the previous day. I thought I had washed it off, but it seemed to be still there – staring, invisible, hurting, stinging, screeching. It suddenly felt wrong… so wrong. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I had killed before; I had taken lives. But why did I suddenly feel so different?
I got up and switched on the TV it showed the destruction that my men and I had caused. As I watched the scenes, they felt ghastly, even gross. The scenes were eating me inside. I was personally witnessing the mass destruction that I, along with a few others, had created. I felt a stab of guilt. What was happening to me? I realised I was personally witnessing the destruction of my soul, my own mind and my body along with that of my country. I said I was patriotic and loyal to my country. I loved my country. Then did destroying it mean loving it…? Whoa! That thought really hit me. It hit me so hard that I sat back on my sofa and had to hold the armrest for support. It got me thinking. Why had I done this? I said I was helping people. But did killing one part mean helping another part? Why was I doing all this? Why so much violence over one issue. Ayodhya, Gujarat, Mumbai, Godhra – violence everywhere. To build a temple or a mosque or something totally different? Have a puja or not? Kill or not to kill? In the end the whole thing comes down to one issue: communalism; Hindu-Muslim divide. To divide or to unify?
And yet I see places where people are one, irrespective of caste, creed or race. Hindus helping Muslims and vice versa. All religions helping each other. The only question is to live or not to live. I question myself for the third time: Why am I really doing this? For pleasure? What job is this? The money earned is blood money, no doubt… not mine, but somebody else’s.
The whole incident has set me thinking. Why not stop the violence, the bloodshed and the pain and really be patriotic and loving? Let’s make it a free country where one doesn’t worry about violence. Why I am thinking these thoughts do not ask. I’ve had a change of heart, you could say. My fellow terrorists, it took the blood of one innocent child to wake me up. How many will it take to wake you up to the reality of the shackles that bind our country? One, two… ten? Stop the violence now. Let’s make our country free: free to breathe, live and love. Let’s be truly patriotic and give up our violent and evil ways.
“Let’s stop existing and start living!”
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Booked for Life
Bono in Conversation with Michka Assayas
Zahir's Log: April 2007:
I’ve been wounded, jaded, hurt, and hated. But most of all loved. So I locked myself away in my ivory tower. In the forsaken wilderness that I had made mine, the love and life I had to continue living and offering found me in the form of a book. This one.
Through the tumultuous array of conversations between Michka and Bono, I discovered my elusive truth. A deeper understanding into the men I love and who, more importantly; love me. I make no qualms that this has been one uncomfortable, questioning, thought provoking, to-hell-with-my-pride-let-it-fall-like-rain-from-my-eyes, kind of journey. As Bono signs off before he’s ‘gotta run’; “A life unquestioned is not one you should envy.”
I took my first steps down the west wall of my ivory tower with Bono and Michka on either side of me, holding my hands. The earth has turned away from the sun. My journey continues…
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Lyrics for Song: The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Lyrics for Album: Water & Bridges
Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare in a panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostrodamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, mhm.
Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight, you see
An' I hate to say we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I Am
We even lost Superman, mhm.
Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years.
In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison,
John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris...
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
The Class
Were 20-several cents a pack, & gas
As much per gallon. Sex came wrapped
in rubber
And veiled in supernatural scruples—
call
Them chivalry…
Psychology was in the mind; abstract
Things grabbed us where we lived; the
only life
Worth living was the private life, and—
last
Worst scandal in this characterisation—
We did not know we were a generation.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Chronicles of Riddick
Vin Diesel .... Riddick
Colm Feore .... Lord Marshal
Thandie Newton .... Dame Vaako
Judi Dench .... Aereon
Karl Urban .... Vaako
Alexa Davalos .... Kyra
Directed and Written by David Twohy
It is a dark time in the universe.
Planet after planet is falling to an unholy army of Necromongers -- conquering warriors who offer ravaged worlds a simple choice -- convert or die.
Those who refuse their rule hope in vain for someone or something that will slow the spread of Necromongers. But rebels are short-lived and saviours, are in short supply.
When things get bad, weary survivors turn to myths for comfort -- murmured prophecies, vain hopes, legends of good vanquishing evil.
But good isn’t always the antidote to evil and legends can be wrong.
Sometimes the only way to stop evil is not with good -- but with another kind of evil.
So an unlikely figure is summoned from exile and asked to join the fight: Riddick, who couldn’t care less who’s in charge of the universe, just as long as he’s left alone.
To him, it’s all the same, apocalypse or no -- this one-man army is interested only in saving his own life.
Get in his way and he’ll gladly take yours.
But something has been set in motion, and the coming confrontation propels him into a series of epic, winner-take-all battles: from an idyllic, multi-cultural civilization under siege; to the baroque Necro mothership and the seat of power in their black empire -- the Basilica.
In the final battle, it is foretold that the fate of all may depend upon the destiny of one Furyan.
And all the power in the universe cannot stop destiny.
Review: The Chronicles of Riddick
Writer/director David Twohy has been granted a key to unlock his imagination to the fullest extent imaginable with this risky sci-fi epic. Necromongers, Furians, Elementals, oh my! The Pitch Black sequel has an array of cast and characters that bring colour, cacophony and chaos to the screen. The explosive story plays out amidst an array of civilizations, including the light-infused Helion Prime, the scorching Crematoria, the icy wilderness of Planet U.V. 6. With specially designed space vehicles, weaponry, technology and gadgetry, The Chronicles of Riddick fills the screen with a newly discovered universe.
What appeals most about this film is Richard B. Riddick(Vin Diesel), its anti-hero. As he Diesel himself states, “He’s the quintessential anti-hero. It takes 45 minutes in the movie just for Riddick to understand the word heroism, let alone for anyone to hope he can be heroic. That’s cool. That’s real. You can invest in this guy’s spiritual growth. He’s a guy that embraces that indifference and doesn’t care what anybody thinks about it, who wants to be left alone. He’s a guy that thinks that anything that happens with the universe has nothing to do with him and he doesn’t care. That’s kind of cool!” the most exotic and stunning part of this anti-hero are his eyes and hence his ability to see in the dark. Pitch Black explains why and how Riddick came to posses such eyes and ability.
The supporting cast give feel and body to the movie. Alexa Davalos returns in the sequel as Kyra; a young woman whose toughness and deadliness almost matches Riddick’s. Thandie Newton as Dame Vaako is the carnal, stunning and ambitious partner of a Necromonger commander, Vaako. Karl Urban plays Vaako, the young Necro commander whose loyalty to his leader, Lord Marshal, is sorely tested by his fiercely ambitious wife. Colm Feore as the sixth Lord Marshal is the Necro supreme leader, the highest, holiest and deadliest of all known Necromongers. Linus Roache as The Purifier is a high-ranking figure among the Necros in charge of converting the ranks of the newly-captured. Keith David (reprising his role from Pitch Black) as Imam, is a cleric familiar with Riddick from their previous experiences in the Taurus system. The holy man’s goodness and compassion are rare commodities in Riddick’s universe. Yorick van Wageningen as The Guv acts as the informal leader of the inmates housed in one of the universe’s worst prisons -- the Slam on the planet Crematoria. Nick Chinlund as Toombs, a veteran and formidable mercenary is intent on capturing Riddick.
And one of the world’s most distinguished performers, Academy Award winner Judi Dench as Aereon, is the mysterious ambassador from a rarefied race - The Elementals, the race that calculates the odds in the universe. Her role in the proceedings remains as elusive as her amorphous shape.
As we are all human, these actors have their faults. Karl Urban as Vaako, sometimes seems confused and even slow. Nick who plays Toombs is a very unsure actor, like he doesn’t know what he is doing there. Yorick van Wageningen has a mediocre role in an important scene.
This story builds up from the start, but tends to slacken quite a few times. Yet it eventually settles down in adventure mode. What stunned me the most about this movie is that it draws plenty of parallels with the real world. Right from the fulfilling of prophecy that a Furore will one day kill the Lord Marshal and how he sets about killing the entire Furyan race, right up to the Necromongers enforcing their religion on everyone, parallels abound. It seems to speak of Jesus, even though here his character is an anti-hero, though that too depends on ones definition of a hero. The enforcing of religion reminds one of first, Bush making mandatory his kind of democracy on every other nation as he conquers them and then of Hitler and the formation of a pure race. The elementals, which come and go with the wind and on a breeze, very much bring to mind various characters like muses, oracles and women with a penchant for the mysterious.
This film tackles issues like how every one of us has two sides and there is always evil and good within, it depends on us which to let conquer. The Necromongers adorn everything from their helmets to the streets of the worlds they conquer with images of their three-faced god (i.e. Father, Son and Holy Spirit), and they revere statuettes of a mysterious tortured figure with outstretched arms. Though they attempt to show respect to their god by adding a visual element to their worship, they seem more devoted to the image and not what that image represents. It portrays the different faces of evil, and how each wages a war in order to emerge victorious.
In the film, the Necromongers live by the motto "Obedience without question, loyalty till Underverse comes." One follower explains to his wife that the cult leader's fear equals weakness, thus justifying an assassination attempt as a means to "protect the faith". This is so true of what happens due to fanaticism and warped interpretations of various religions. It is true that embodying faith does not justify the discarding of love.
While the theology, spirituality and reality parallels of this film is far from completely realized, the fact that a highly commercial movie like this even attempts to introduce such topics is to be applauded.
There is something for everyone in this tale, even though it might come in bits and pieces. For all Geography lovers the entire concept of the planet called Crematoria in the Igneous Galaxy is brilliant. The whole idea behind a planet that has a temperature of nearly minus 0 degrees centigrade by evening and 700 degrees when the sun rises, fuels your imagination ten fold. The most striking sequence is where Riddick and the gang must outrun a rising, blazing sun on the fire-laden planet, through snow and sleet. The special effects truly show the rising of the sun and its subsequent scorching of the earth beautifully. The view of the planet from space, with one half covered in ice and the other half slowly catching fire as the sun is rising, enhances the beauty and the action of the scene.
Jargon like ‘Ascension protocol’, ‘Underverse’, ‘Verse’, etc leave the viewer a little lost in the beginning. The terms need more explanation in order to grasp their entire meaning. This film does better than its predecessor Pitch Black. But it still falls short of a particular category in which to place itself. It falls between sci-fi, thriller and action and yet cannot be placed solely in any one category. This is its major pitfall since unlike Bollywood; Hollywood does separate its films into genres. The special effects are a plus point, and a major one at that. Yet only if you really love the aforementioned points of the film will you truly believe it to be a decent, viewable, comprehendible film. Otherwise it falls far down a chasm you wouldn’t go even to get eyes like Riddick’s!
X3—The Last Stand
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