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Mutations
Babies crying… lots of them, fair and fat babies, on a bed in a room. They all look alike… 4-6 months old babies, one of them cursed me… ‘fuck face’. I hit the baby’s lips gently…’no!’ The baby sweared again ‘cunt’ I hit harder, the baby cried louder.. swearing. The sound of the gardener trimming the hedge woke me… it was 4.15 pm. I went out to check the fresh dent on my new car. Couldn’t believe Ajay would be ...
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Sonic Tree Natives
Genre: Progressive Funk, Soul, Rock, Blues & Reggae Members VOCALS: SAMIA DRUMS: KARAN BASS: GAUTAM GUITARS: PAVAN, ALLAN & ANDY About: We are a bunch of enthusiasts – musicians, designers, filmmakers, illustrators – exploring ideas and ways of expressing them through images, sound, video, animation and food among other things …. Influences: Acid Mothers Temple AIn’t No Sunshine (cover) Machhli Psychic Blues Toxin The End (Cover) Reason What are we doing
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Butterfly Effect
Isn’t Jayanta Andy’s friend,” I heard my father asking, his voice stern, matter-of-fact. “He’s hanged himself.” “What? But we were together, just last night.” I sprang from my bed in disbelief. It all began the summer Amo introduced us to cough syrup — Phensedyl to be precise. “It’s the coolest stuff, kids — no smell, tastes good, lasts long and you don’t even get drunk like with booze. You stay sober but the trip is amazing.” On and on ...
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Confessions of a wired mind
I COME FROM A WORLD that is neither round nor flat, a world that is fluid. A world where impossible is close to nothing. People know me by many names in different parts of my world and it really doesn’t matter how old I am. I am what I choose to be whenever, wherever. I can be very communicative about the way I feel and see the world, and everyone in my world has the power and the right ...
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Elsewhere…
Beep! Beep! New message: he wants 2 C U, 22:00, B there I screwed up, it has never happened before, what is happening to me… the dream, those eyes, the numbers… I know I have seen them before… where? – How could I mess up the pick up – All I had to do was to give the code and take the disc –These images in my dream, what do they mean – think I am loosing my mind ...
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Sleep • Awake
The doorbell rings ! I looked at my cell phone – 8am, Sunday, November 19. It’s the maid; she usually goes after ringing the bell thrice and it is Sunday anyway… all I have to do… is just go back to sleep. But the sink – full of dirty dishes from yesterday’s dinner. The living room – wood shavings and cardboard boxes from the AC repairs. And clothes – I’ve run out of clean clothes… The bells rings again ...