the savage

how servile the soul of this no-man for he is forever compelled to call out to his peers seeking their adulation.

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on seeking acknowledgement and validation in art by artists or those who aspire to create art

just how integral is acknowledgement to an artist?

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Metallicraft – on Lovecraft-inspired Metallica

If you’ve listened to early Metallica, when they had the love and adulation of hardcore metalheads, you’ll have no issues recalling these two tracks – The Call of Ktulu (a metal take on the word Cthulhu) and The Thing That Should Not Be.

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towards solitude – evocations

this is a meditative project, a study of blue evoking rainy-day moods, mamma's garudhiya.

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How to get bored quick in Manali

This is a beginner’s guide to getting bored quickly in a seriously stunning mountain locale.

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some UnsungLoves from my brief life

A serialised novel, dhigu silsilaa vaahakaeh. hiyaalee folaeh.

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simultaneous dreams

i want to be on a highway.. rob banks. enter a town… watch the neon lights… smoky bars sleep in a motel watch latenight show in bed half empty bottles of whisky smell of the carpet stains on the white sheet from the last...

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(gaumu) x [gaumu] x #gaumu

#gaumee vaahakavaahakavaahaka x   footnote: Hae Hae - Bey, Toy, Ziya & Rydey: A critical review and analysis via Mirus Daily  

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Drugs, bats and the banyan tree

I have to call my dealer. I don’t want to but my girlfriend’s going mental. The drug’s got such a big hold on her. It’s meant to be harmless isn’t it, marijuana? But looking at her, the anger on her tiny face, the desperation...

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Tonight's Epilogue

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines..." - Pablo Neruda -...

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You're running through dusty streets of Baghdad Tumbling down red sand The distant prayer calling for your survival Distinct echoes of your footsteps A hymn of bare skin and dirt Asking for nothing but forgiveness

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Dreams (or other people suck)

“There is a kind of place that you can access only in dreams,” he says. “It is vicious, unhinged, formless horrors scudding back and forth across an impenetrable sky.” He sips from a cup of tea and lights a cigarette. “Sometimes they touch the...

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