he sang freedom. over and over. like with tourette's syndrome. incapable of stopping until the word itself sounded right. correct. with the will of the important people carried out through the most important structures, like richie, i feel like a motherless child. in four years i won't be adopted. nor four more, nor four more years with the olive branch, toting the myth of participation and the magic of media. like richie i feel like a motherless child. but i have brothers and i have sisters.