four parts of her-

her hair,  flowing in waves,  almost burgundy 

her  lipstick,   fire engine bright, just as urgent

her heels,  crimson and electric 

lastly, 

her coffee mug,  ceramic and Bone white,

                                                               except for a single printed         

                                                               word     

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A man escapes from a mysterious facility. Delerious, he claims that there's a plot to "kill us all." He's a friend of a famous record producer, so the producer and his girlfriend come to see him in the hospital. The villains kill him, and then kidnap the producer's girlfriend (Sheila Frazier).

Bad move. For this isn't any ordinary record producer. This is Jimmy Lait (Jim Brown), who also happens to be a world-class kickass fighter, a crack shot, and the best-fucking-dressed dude in town.

people are more important than cars.
rivers are more important than roads.
we've over-extended ourselves.

let's buy up every other house in the suburbs
and bulldoze them and plant trees.
why do we want to live so close together?
let's build a highway of forest
that connects every backyard to every other backyard
every childhood to every other childhood
across the earth.
why do we want to live so far apart?

where are the walkways in our parking lots?