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#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 with which she commands me, they’re all testament to its potency, […]

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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 - Tonight I need you here with me more than any other […]

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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 earth next to you. And take on the guise of friends, […]

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White

We sat in a room of white, of depressed paint, of peeled plaster. We sat in a room of white, waist deep in nostalgia and yellow bile. We sat in a room of white; the crimson possibility of death incarnadined on our sore wrists. We sat in a room of white, our regret heavy on […]

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It seemed bigger then,

It seemed bigger then, trees so plentiful and enormous, pine needles thick and browning on the ground, the paths covered in white sand, and that passage with its queer reddish tiles, shaded by bougainvillea that streaked down the sides, so sublime then that it had etched itself into our hearts. Only the structure remains now, […]

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Naima

Everyday, while she waited for her husband to come home, Naima would meticulously lay out the table. First she would take a damp cloth and wipe the surface. Then she would arrange the plastic table mats. There was one for the rice bowl, one for the curry, and one for each of their dinner plates. […]

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Sheikh's Razor

I shaved my pubes with Sheikh Shaheem’s razor. It was electric. I took great care, making sure to leave no strays. I hope it still smelt of my musk when the sheikh held it in his hands; as a reminder of our connection. Of the brown-man-stench that we could never wash away, whether we were […]

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The Mullah

Once when Cousin Jamal was studying abroad, in Malaysia, he was found naked in bed with his girlfriend during Ramadan. And Uncle Muneer had darkened with rage and had him dispatched straight to the mullah, twenty miles from Petaling Jaya. The mullah was full of righteous fury and made Jamal recount everything, down to the […]

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Ismail's Demon

Ismail woke up with a start. He was sweating all over. On other days his lucid dreaming somehow helped. Provided an escape. But the things he saw just now leaves him unsettled. Vivid isn´t the right word. Nightmarish? He is surprised he can still smile after going through all that just now. No, nightmares are […]

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love + lust + faith + dreams

An imaginary conversation that may or may not have taken place in a fictional space nice nice is too nice a word for it hmm what?/ just hmmm i am lost? are you? lost is a good place to be yeah i know fuck man i dont know that energy never felt that before that […]

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Excerpt from his poem “Society"; a work in progress.

Society, your values, gleaming and glistening in the sun, chanting the future of humankind and its morality, with devices of rhetorics and deceivingly moulding our logic, feeding your yearning spectators with their longing truths, your values, too pigheaded to admitting its coated medallion, its gallant seal of authority, its crowd-pleasing white creamy divinity fudge, frosted […]

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