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via maryanne hobbs on twitter (31 July)
http://twitter.com/maryannehobbs

“interviewing @philipselway (@radiohead ) now for @BBC6Music Weekend Breakfast show.. have you for a burning question for him?”

“Thanks for your Philip Selway questions.
And the answers are ….”

(“@maryannehobbs @bbc6music @philipselway @radiohead Your inspiration to drum”http://twitter.com/SomeFilmmaker/status/494806536624304128 )

“Philip Selway: “The first drummer I was in to was Stewart Copeland - but I still haven’t mastered his technique”

“Philip Selway: “If I could be one drummer it would be Mitch Mitchell. Incredible. He had it all there.””

(“@maryannehobbs @philipselway @radiohead @BBC6Music if Philip hadn’t ever been part of Radiohead, which band would he be in & remembered for?”) 
http://twitter.com/randomly_rabbit/status/494767323614425089

“Philip Selway: “I would have liked to have been in Blur for their live shows. The energy of those …””

“Philip Selway: “I would also have loved to have been part of Talking Heads, Public Enemy or The Band! But Radiohead were pretty good””

(“@maryannehobbs @BBC6Music @philipselway @radiohead Any plans to collaborate again with Neil Finn?”) 
http://twitter.com/swmarland/status/494777068886839298

“Philip Selway: “No plans to collaborate again with Neil Finn but it was an incredible experience. An amazing generous, funny, calm man.””

(“@maryannehobbs @philipselway @radiohead @BBC6Music I’d like to know what he is up to at the moment, in term of drumming techniques :)”) 
http://twitter.com/NowoneElz/status/494813226983772160

“Philip Selway: “Technique and my drumming - they are two concepts that don’t really go together.””

“Philip Selway: “Key to drumming is to listen + be musical. If you’re concerned about chops when playing you’re not doing the song favours.””

(“@maryannehobbs @bbc6music @philipselway @radiohead Favourite Radiohead album and why?”) 
http://twitter.com/SomeFilmmaker/status/494805941695840256

“Philip Selway: “Fave Radiohead LP? OK Computer because I’ve got so many vivid memories. And In Rainbows, which drew on all we’d learnt.””

(“@maryannehobbs @philipselway @radiohead @BBC6Music What did you have for your tea last night? Or Radiohead new stuff….. when?”) 
http://twitter.com/basestacking/status/494814652883533824

“Philip Selway: “For my tea I had something Gluten-free.””

“@philipselway thank you for coming to MCR today.. i enjoyed our conversation so much :) v. excited to play it out on @BBC6Music m/a..x”

“Philip has left the building.

…. Full interview on childhood, Radiohead, + his singing career will air Aug 30 + 31”

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“Thank you for listening // @JnnyG & #LCOSoloists @RoundhouseLDN setlist/performer info: http://www.lcorchestra.co.uk/?p=4022
- LCOrchestra on twitter
http://twitter.com/LCOrchestra/status/494034576772431872 

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*“Images: rabbitinmyheadlights.tumblr.com”.. it's my blog on Tumblr! XD 

“We were very privileged to have @JnnyG & @LCOrchestra perform a special show for us last night. Here are a few pics: http://rhou.se/1l9vcoT
- Roundhouse on twitter
http://twitter.com/RoundhouseLDN/status/494101428881739777 

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New Future Of The Internet

New Future Of The Internet

Cable cost are up too high
You turned to the internet and so have I

My Youtube channel is the way to go
Now I can even make video shows

I group the videos to make a show
To bring you the best of where I go

For kids the mower and stove videos
I also have vehicles and some scarecrows

Kids can watch from morn til night
with lots of things for a kids delight

Light houses, ship building, and horses too
Antique barn yards and tractor pulls just for you

Aviation, taxidermy, and crafty wood works
Viewwithme Youtube has all the quirks

The historical homes make a great tour
Contest and oxen pulls are never a bore

Animal friends, I haven’t forgotten you
I have horses, dogs, cows and sheep too

Plenty of petting pens and milking for you
And a simple click is all you have to do

A lot of shows with a mix for all
Like demolition derby or a stunt so tall

So if you dropped the cable and you have a need
I have three channels for you to see

By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme

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A Memory from the Future

The tension was tangible, so much so we both felt it like an electric impulse circulating on the surface of our skin, travelling up and down, engaging the goose bumps to stand up like soldiers. Our eyes were transfixed on each other, enchanted by the others’ gaze which was saying more than all the words in the vocabulary of humanity could.

My hand searched for yours and found it waiting, grasping it gently but firmly at the same time, holding it like the most precious matter in the universe. You saw me starring into your rosy lips, your mouth slightly open and breathing heavier than usual…and I couldn’t stop starring, they looked like the ripest fruit of summer, symmetrically perfect and seductively bright. You leaned forward to touch mine and in that moment, a whole thunderstorm of excitement and passion erupted in my body. The soft and moist touch of your lips was the most thrilling experience I have ever felt. My body responded as a whole, a unified team of cells which were all screaming with approval at what was happening. And the feeling kept building, it was growing outside the limits of myself and expanding into the infinite unknown… I could feel the same energy emanating from you like an uncontrollable fire taking over our souls and leading us into an extreme sense of passion.

I slipped my tongue inside your mouth, touching the tip of yours, feeling another electric shock travel up and down my spine. This energy in us was unstoppable, unconquerable, it was in us and all around us, pushing us gently in only one direction. Our tongues were playing passionately, swirling around, touching, caressing, licking, exploring, pleasing, arousing…the tips of our tongues were touching, we were going in circles, playing so intensely and excitedly it was impossible not to get fully entranced and devoured by the moment, making it feel so lovingly arousing. The moisture on our lips was fleeting, so we licked each other to keep them damp and hydrated. The sighs were uncontrollable from both sides, there were sounds coming out of our mouths filled with approval and desire…the breathing grew heavier and quicker and the air around us turned to electricity.

My hands were playing with your hair and caressing your neck, slowly slipping down your back with the fingertips barely touching your skin. They travelled up and down and I could feel your skin respond, stiffening up with small bumps arranged in a order. My fingers reached the edge of your blouse, gripping it and taking it over your head. The sight of your bare skin enchanted me with the power of an unmatchable spell, the one which seduced my entirety; mind, body and soul. I grabbed hold of your hips and slipped my tongue back inside your mouth, this time they played more wildly, quicker and more intensely. I felt your hands going through my hair, grabbing and holding on to them, I felt your breath becoming even heavier and the warmth coming of your entire body. We were both heating up, our souls now in complete control of our bodies, rubbing and grinding against each other, smoothly and gently but furiously, passionately and intensely. Now my fingers found the top of your pants and took them off quite quickly, whilst you at the same time took all my clothes off, leaving us both in our underwear with me laying on top of you and you laying relaxed, your legs open and me in between.

Our sighs became completely synchronized with their frequency and intensity. My fingers travelled up and down your body, holding on to your breasts and your bottom, massaging them gently and firmly, exploring your terrestrial being with great excitement and pleasure. And I felt your responses back, which excited me even more because I felt your honest enjoyment and complete submission to the moment in which we were in, transcending time and matter.

My penis was fully erect, ready to burst at the slightest stimulation and it took the whole of my concentration and self-control to prevent it from exploding at any given second. I felt your hand reach down and touch it, grasping it and fully realizing how excited and turned on I was. We both responded to this movement; our tongues began playing even more intensely and passionately, slipping deeper inside our mouths, our breaths growing heavier and heavier. My hands were going down as well, I started massaging the inner side of your upper thighs in a steady frequency, squeezing and releasing, moving closer and closer to the most sensitive parts. I touched your vagina through your underwear and immediately felt the rush of liquid soaking the fabric and my hand. This aroused me like nothing ever did before, my body responded so much I felt like I could pass out just by sheer excitement; the mere memory of this event stiffens my penis and makes my heart go crazy. You let out the slightest of moans and my body again responded; my whole groin area was pumped with a massive load of blood, I could feel the blood leaving other parts of my body and concentrating on just one area.

I kept massaging you, going in circles but never reaching under your panties, letting the underwear and my hand become fully absorbed by the angelic fluid. You kept touching me, reaching into the boxers to grasp my penis and gently masturbate it. Our lips and tongues never separated; on the contrary, they moved and swirled wilder than they ever did before. The excitement was tangible, I could swear the air around us started sparking; the room felt like it was on a mission to please and satisfy us both, the whole world felt like its only intention was to solidify our love, to materialize it from the spiritual realm into the physical. I whispered: “I love you, Robynn,” and you responded with a voice filled with intense passion and complete love: “I love you, Dejvid.”

My lips moved down to caress your neck, kissing and licking you furiously and purely. The touch of your skin is the most fulfilling experience I have ever felt and to touch it with my tongue felt like I was bowing and submitting to a divinity which bowed and submitted back. This was and is my prayer, you are my goddess and the prayer I send is always for your heart, mind and soul, my sacrifice is without blood or death, my (our) sacrifice to please the gods is in pleasing your body and in it I feel unified with the entirety of the universe, swimming in the sea of love. My tongue moved down to your breasts. Your nipples tasted so soft and lovely, deliciously enchanting and mesmerizing. My tongue turned around and around your nipple, rapidly licking it then slowly caressing it, gently touching it. I switched from one breast to the other and each time it became more fulfilling, more entrancing, feverishly grasping and satisfying. My hand never left your sensitive parts, no… on the opposite, I began massaging faster and firmer, feeling my fingers become bathed in the holy liquid, turning me on so much my body started shaking.

I lifted my body up, adjusting to move so I could perfectly fit between your legs, but in that moment, without a word spoken, you sat up and reached with your hands down my boxers to pull out my penis. Before I fully realized what was happening, I felt it… the warm sensation engulfing it when it went inside your mouth, the tingling impression which flew from my penis through the entirety of my body. Your teasing was beyond satisfying, it was uplifting and levitating my whole sense of self but also frustrating for I couldn’t wait to penetrate you and please you as you were pleasing me. I felt your tongue do the same motions as mine did on your nipples and I was completely enraptured by the feeling.  My lungs spread, my heart had swollen, everything in me was on full capacity, working with furious speed and vigour.

I laid you down back on the bed and lowered myself so my mouth could perfectly fit on your groin like an immaculately designed jigsaw puzzle. I desperately wanted to tease you as well for it aroused me even more; for the first few second I just heavily breathed on your clitoris, a warm breath leaving my mouth and reaching you…I could see the skin react with delight, I felt your legs moving slightly by my head and I heard your moans coming from above. I didn’t want to torture you too much, so I gently licked you just once with the absolute tip of my tongue and then immediately lifted off, leaving you bare. I repeated this action a few times, each time going a tad bit faster until my mouth completely surrounded your clitoris, my tongue licking it with such intensity, rapidness and passion that I felt your entire body stiffen and move up as if it was about to levitate off the bed. Then I stopped and breathed on it for a few more seconds. I could hear our breaths were in synchrony, exhaling and inhaling so heavily it sounded like we were running a marathon. I floated my mouth just above your clit for a few more seconds, then dropped in with the same speed and passion as before, skipping the teasing and going straight into it. The wetness turned me on so much, my face was covered in the water and I loved it so immensely it made me feel divine and purified, like it was cleansing me and filling me with immense, uncontrollable and unconditional love. The taste was impeccable, like nothing I have ever tasted before, incomparable to any food or drink for it much exceeded them in the majesty and the fullness of the taste; the squishing, watery sound coming from the meeting point of my tongue and your vagina was by far the sexiest sound my ears have ever heard, the arousal I felt from all these things was building up in me like an enormous cloud formation which was preparing to release one massive lightning bolt.

My head lifted off, I straightened my back and grabbed your thighs, lifting them up slightly of the bed. From this position we starred at each other quietly for a few seconds; it was the anticipatory silence, the gentle but positive silence which was saying so much more than any word could. My rock hard penis laid on your clitoris, motionlessly sitting there, waiting to merge our bodies into one. I grabbed it and started rubbing it against your vagina, touching the wet surface of your clitoris, rubbing up and down at a slow and gentle pace, slowly building the already intense atmosphere. Our eyes were locked on one another, both screaming without words the immeasurably humongous “I love you’s” meant for each other; while our eyes were speaking, our genitals were stroking each other, going faster and faster with each gentle push. The intense sensation became too much and our eyes almost simultaneously closed from the sheer pleasure our bodies were feeling. The rubbing intensified further, suddenly going really fast and then unexpectedly stopping.

I felt that this was the moment we both waited for. It felt so intense, so pure, so potent and so right that there was no way of preventing it and we had no intention too. This was it, the physical manifestation of the love we are both feeling for each other, the unification of the two souls in the physical realm, the universe experiencing itself through the highest frequency of its existence – love. I pushed my penis slowly and gently, making sure the penetration was clean, painless and gentle. There was no pushing against it, no struggle to get inside, it was met with no resistance; on the contrary, it slipped inside with ease, with a welcome pass and it felt…magical. Suddenly it felt like all the love created, all the passion and joy in the entirety of the universe was concentrated inside us and was released with a motion… I pushed inside slowly, feeling the incredible moisture and wetness emanating from you. I felt such intense sensations I feared I might pass out from excitement and the look in your eyes spoke the same words without a single one being spoken out, just the sound of a strong but silent sigh which slipped out of both of our throats. I slipped back slowly and went back in with the same speed, only this time a tad deeper, opening new ground, feeling the excitement which was glowing off of you…and you were glowing; a single glance at your immaculate body revealed the glow of purity and sensuality. I felt so grateful in that moment that no amount of thank you’s would suffice in expressing the full amount of the emotion…but I knew how I could show it. The movement built up in speed, in depth and intensity. Our bodies merged and it felt like we were transforming into a single organism, working as one, moving in absolute synchrony and complete unison, feeling, thinking and experiencing the same profound energy flowing between us, growing bigger and stronger. The building grew and grew, I was going in and out of you faster, harder and deeper and I could feel and hear you being fulfilled and slowly satisfied, which doubled the intensity of the emotions coursing through me. 

Our bodies were pushing against each other with great passion; we felt the sweat of one another, the sensations coming from our groins, the incredible power and strength of this emotion and action. It felt so acute and so intense that I was feeling myself cum and in that moment I pulled out. I rested my penis on your clitoris whilst we were sighing and breathing so heavily as if we were both about to fall unconscious due to exhaustion... but we both knew this was just the start and we were going all the way. I lowered my head down to yours, reaching your lips and kissing them so potently, so powerfully and intensely that I could swear the making out alone could make me cum. Our eyes opened simultaneously, at once noticing the gaze of one another; our lips were floating above each other while our eyes were completely focused. The breathing was unified, the heartbeat synchronized, even the unconscious movement was absolutely in-line. In that moment I knew that I have always known you, my whole life, you were everything to me even before I met you. Our eyes were transfixed in each others’ gaze, gently spelling out the words of I LOVE YOU, mixed with immense gratitude and joyfulness of the moment. As we were enchanted like this, I pushed in again, never closing my eyes even to blink and neither did you. The only thing heard was a sigh coming from your mouth without it even moving.  

The building began again, growing from a slow penetration into a rapid and deep motion, so pleasurable, so enticing and powerful. I kissed your soft lips, barely touching them, rubbing against each other…then our tongues came out of our mouths to play with each other. The motion never ceased, it only increased whilst our tongues played by going in circles and touching each others’ tips. I stopped going in and out, completely focusing on our tongues, the intricate dance movements and the choreography of which we both instinctually knew.

We switched positions; you laid on your left side with your legs curled up towards your stomach and I laid behind you, closely gripping and touching you, kissing your exposed neck and licking it with feverish intensity and pleasure. My left hand reached under you to come to the other side and massage your breasts whilst my right hand found your clitoris and massaged it in intervals, at times going fast and fierce, at times very slow and barely touching. My lips and tongue were kissing and licking your neck, my left hand was gently massaging your nipples and breasts, my right hand massaged your lower half to excite it further and in this moment I put my penis back inside your vagina to fully complete the circle of pleasure and immerse you in it wholesomely.

I kept pushing from behind you, going from fast to slow in intervals, feeling the warmth on my penis, the immense satisfaction spreading from it and I felt that you were feeling the same way, for your body responded and moved in the same way and with the same momentum that mine did. The sighs and moans became louder, the sweat from our bodies multiplied and intensified, this became a religious experience with a direct line to our creator who was speaking with us without words, it wasn’t observing or intruding, it wasn’t listening or guiding, adjusting or changing us…it just was, there with us. The wetness dripped off you and soaked itself onto my penis, your legs and mine and into the mattress; this excited me so much because the mere realization that you were enjoying this as much as I was, that you were having the same religious encounter, excited me beyond anything physical yet so closely linked to it.

I massaged your clit whilst moving in and out of you and it felt like I was catering to a goddess, satisfying a divinity which was my holy job…your body is the only temple in which I pray and worship. I whispered: “I love you” into your ear and you moaned louder and responded back with the same, whispering, caressing words in your angelic voice. I wanted you to orgasm so strongly, with such intensity and passion, that it would make you feel like your body and soul levitated from the physical realm into the eternity of the universe.

I picked you up off the mattress in such a way that my penis never went out of your vagina, carrying you to the kitchen and dropping you softly on the dining table, again in such a way that I never pulled away from the warmth of your rose. You laid down on it, spreading your hands back and holding on to the edge of the table while I held your legs which were hanging off the side of it. I repeated the same action, starting slow, penetrating gently and mildly, for a minute pulling out and rubbing it against your wet and excited clitoris whilst at the same time reaching down with my mouth to lick and nibble on your nipples, which were so aroused and sensitive. You grabbed my hair and pulled me in closer, angelically speaking my name and in that moment I went back in, pushing in and out of you faster, harder and deeper. I turned you around so your breasts were touching the table and I went back inside you with intense passion; such unbelievable emotions were flowing through us, like the most welcome cure to such a long disease we were both suffering from. With every second the passion, excitement and intensity grew in such a way that it blew our minds because in every second before we both thought we reached the peak of what our terrestrial bodies could experience and we were both surprised with every second to come. The experience was already beyond anything either of us ever felt by a long mile and it wasn't even over yet…and never will be.

The sweatiness of our bodies made us so slippery that we were both dancing on the floors we were; your body was easily shifting on the table and my legs were finding it difficult to stay on the ground. In that moment I lifted you up again, rotating you towards me and holding you by your bum, the touch of which felt so firm, so soft, so delicious it made me want to sit down right on the floor and continue making love with you right there. Instead I took you into the shower, turned the hot water on and left it to soak us from our head to our feet. We sat down, you were sitting on top of me and we were making out gracefully and furiously, the magic of the balance between the two turned us on even more. My penis was still inside you, now slowly pushing in and out of you, with a rhythmic pattern, a slow dance between our bodies in complete synchrony. Our tongues were outside our mouths, being drenched in hot water and playing with each other like professionals dancers whom performed by feel and never missed a beat. It was so exciting, the feeling of the hot water, your saliva and your tongue…I felt myself coming close to a climax and I could feel the same energy coming off of you.

So I pulled you up again, this time like a groom who picks up his bride and carries her across the threshold. I carried you back to the bed and laid you on it. We were both soaking wet, from our sweat and the shower water, but we didn’t care; the bed was already soaked from all our bodily liquids so bathing it further would do no harm. I laid on top of you, looking you straight in the eyes and you were returning the gaze. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating out of our chests, our bodies weak but strangely we both felt so energized, purified and…healed. And we both felt this was it, the last stretch, the orgasm was nigh.

So I went back in, pulling in and out slowly, but the sensitivity was at such a high level that we were both just about to explode. I pushed faster, harder and deeper than I ever did before and your body responded in absolute synchrony, enabling me to go as far, as deep and as fast as we both wanted. This was it, the orgasm was coming. It felt like a rushing stream was blazing through my body, ready to fly out of my penis with ferocious speed and power. You were sighing, moaning and screaming, feeling the same thing I was just as intensely and profoundly. In absolute perfect timing we both said: “I’m cumming.”   

Then it happened; the flow flew out of me like an erupting geyser, a fountain which exploded from being bound up for so long…and it erupted with immense pressure, a high stream spreading wildly and going very deep inside you. You came just as hard; your body convulsed and stretched like it was being healed from a long-time illness, your vagina became further drenched and I felt how passionately you felt it. I could still feel that your clitoris was highly aroused, so I kept touching you until you came three more times, each time being harder and deeper, each time feeling more divine, more enticing and satisfying. We both came the hardest and deepest we ever did in our entire lives.

Our bodies were filled with only one sensation: absolute, pure and complete sense of relaxation. Every muscle in us released itself of the pressure which was there for years, our souls lifted and merged, became one, unified in heaven and earth, our hearts were beating simultaneously and in synchrony. We lost the sensation of ourselves, because we weren’t just two bodies, we were and are one. We were both smiling, our eyes heavy due to the intense feeling of relaxation, but our mouths were fixed in this one position; the position of the purest, happiest smile. Gazing in each others’ eyes, we kissed each other several times and then I laid my head on your chest while you were caressing my hair and I was running my fingers up and down your skin. We didn’t know it because we couldn’t see, but we closed our eyes at the same time and just before we fell into gracious, peaceful and satisfied sleep, remaining in the same position, we both whispered at the same time to each other: “I love you.”

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AMNESIAC - Tributo a Radiohead en vivo en Palermo!

El sábado 12 de Julio nos presentamos en Liverpool Bar Palermo por segunda vez en el año para compartir una noche reviviendo las canciones más importantes de la banda de Oxford.

Desde Pablo Honey hasta King of Limbs, interpretaremos canciones de todos sus discos y B-Sides!

Las entradas se obtiene el mismo día del evento y el valor de las mismas es de $40.

Link de nuestro canal de Youtube: 
https://www.youtube.com/user/amnesiacrr

AMNESIAC SESSIONS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22lNCabBVCk

Los esperamos a partir de las 22hs en Arévalo 1376.

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A Conversation

                 ''I don't understand...’’ he said with an expression of complete bewilderment on his face.

                The two men were sitting in the office of the poet and writer, who was standing by the fireplace, starring into the sizzling fire like it was a spell unravelling the secrets of the universe. His thoughts would be explained as scattered by any ordinary human being (using the term “human being” quite loosely), but to him one thought was inextricably connected to the other. He was thinking of her, of how she must be feeling, how much she means to him, the nature of human relationships, the philosophically hopeless question of the meaning to all life and so on. These were just drops of water in the sea of contemplation that was drifting in his mind.

                He snapped out of the tide to respond: “Which part?” His gaze was still fixed on the fire, his eyes still unfocused and wondering.

                His guest was the local merchant, quite well known and established, with a tavern in the busiest part of the city which, despite its location, wasn’t doing too well. He was also the husband of the woman whom occupied the mind of the poet and filled him with something he had never had before; the drive for life. The merchant was unaware of this fact, but suspicious nonetheless; he was quite aware of the friendship they shared and the connection between them, which (he feared) was much stronger than he had with her.

                In the hour of need he turned to him for he seemed wiser than anyone else he knew…that’s what he told himself anyway. The truth was that he wanted to see if the reason of their crumbling relationship wasn’t the fault of the poet. The merchant wasn’t the one who would ever point the finger at himself; the source of all aggravation, misunderstanding and confusion in the world was external and emanating from society which drove him down...or so he thought.

                “Her unhappiness! Its unreasonable and completely foreign to me. She has everything she wants at her disposal…sure, we are not financially wealthy and I’m working on that, so is she. I offered her everything; my family, my friends, a home and a life…and does she appreciate it?! NO! She is still depressed and removed from me…I just don’t understand it.”

                The poet’s gaze never switched, it was absolutely transfixed on the flames of the fire and the crackling sounds of the wood. Despite this he didn’t miss a word the merchant was saying. There was a long silence after his small outburst where both men were thinking  about matters…one more deeply than the other and both thinking in completely different directions.

                “Have you ever seen her happy?” the poet said very clearly but silently, still gazing at the fire.

                The merchant paused although his first reaction in his mind was a clear yes, recalling the past and when he saw her smile with exuberance and delight…but why didn’t he say it straight away? He has too, he has to make the poet and himself sure that she was happy before. Appearances are vital. But… she was happy only for a minute period of time; maybe just for minutes, then he felt the same distance between them as he always did, this unmistakable gap in their minds which couldn’t be ignored. But that’s regular, isn’t it? Everyone has that…

                “I have. But its short and so fleeting. It must be a brain deformation, a clinical form of depression which prevents her from enjoying what’s obviously positive.”

                The poet smirked to himself, the smile he offered himself every so often. He heard this response before from many although always directed at him. Even if it wasn’t said, he always felt it from people in an unspoken manner, which was even worse. He felt it from every human he ever met, stretching from his parents to his friends and former partners, the only exception to this rule being her… oh what irony for her to meet the same reaction from people so close to her as well…is this divine intervention? A deliberate way of preventing anyone else coming close to your heart except the right one? Maybe it’s a physical law of spiritual attraction. These were split second thoughts which rushed through his mind like an overcrowded freeway.

                “Why do you think its fleeting?”

                The merchant became confused, mistakenly thinking the poet must have overheard what he said. Then his heart filled with anger and immediate denial for he was sure that he was heard. The implication was clear and he wasn’t having it. It was just impossible.

                “Oh no no no. I know what you must be thinking and you’re wrong. I have gone above and beyond myself to treat her the way she wanted, I have been understanding to my utmost limits and I have given her everything she could have ever wanted. I mean, you know her! I gave her a family, a home and a stable existence which she never had! For fucks sake, I saved her!!!”

                “Oh the injustice, the hero doesn’t get the glory and admiration he deserves. Is this world not cruel?” the poet remarked. He couldn’t help being sarcastic and cynical. He didn’t know how else to respond to any stupidity being spoken out of anyone’s mouth. His heart didn’t feel as witty and naughty as his words portrayed; instead he was heavily annoyed and frustrated by such a lack of understanding, particularly because it was directed at her. He was constantly fighting the impulse to punch the merchant in the face. “I ask you again, why do you think then her happiness is so fleeting?”

                The merchant spitted two words angrily: “Brain deformation.”

                The poet walked away from the fireplace and went to sit behind his mahogany desk which was filled with papers of illustrations, poems and other creations he did throughout his days. He faced the merchant straight on this time, his eyes unmistakably screaming anger and fury but his posture remaining calm and centred. He starred at him with the same intensity as he did at the fire, only now determined to speak his mind and poke through the bubble of self-righteousness the merchant was living in.

                “Do you know the nature of true love?” He waited for a response patiently, expecting a bewildered reaction mixed with annoyance and anger. The merchants face didn’t fail to meet those expectations; there was obvious confusion in his expression with eyes which spoke of disbelief that this young poet could speak to him in such a way about matters he possibly couldn’t know about. Before he muttered a response, the poet continued:

                “All I heard in the last few minutes was a lot of I’s. I did this, I did that, I saved her, I made her, I am her saviour. Not once did you entertain the idea of her perspective, the only time you did try was concluded with a remarkable diagnosis which only signifies your complete lack of understanding and this immense pedestal you put yourself on.” The poet stood up and walked to the window:

                “The nature of true love lays in the abandonment of the I. It goes outside of the ego you hold yourself so dearly to. It makes you realize your place in the universe, the nature of all life, the meaning to all the misfortunes and tragedies which strike us all in our lifetimes, it puts all pieces into their place and it makes you see the bigger picture. The love you feel takes care of you, because you start caring about someone else. Their happiness, joy, peace, content, freedom and health become much more important to you than your own. You make all the effort your mind, body and soul can produce to assure that their existence is as pleasurable and enjoyable as possible, even if that means removing yourself from their lives if that assures they again become free to love. But such are the ways of the universe that when the love is true, you never have to remove yourself. No one runs away from true love.”

                With the last sentence he turned to the merchant and looked him directly into his eyes. The merchant was still confused and desperately searching for excuses which he felt were running out:

                “You have never been in love! Everyone has needs! I’m a man, I have needs! You’re living in La-La land, in this utopian vision of everything. Things don’t work that way, no one ever really felt that, it’s just impossible!”

                The poet smiled to himself again, this time out of pity when he heard those words. The sight he saw in his eyes made him worry for him. The initial anger turned to pity, which he disliked even more.

                “You have seen her happy and it annoyed you, because you wanted it to come from you. You live in your own world where you have to be the hero in order to feel good about yourself, to feel in control. I’m so sorry I have to say these things to you although its everything you intuitively already know.” He paused for a minute, then softly spoke: “you haven’t saved her… you trapped her.”

                 “IMPOSSIBLE!” he screamed, jumping out of his chair to confront the poet. He didn’t plunge himself onto him, he just stood in place, trying  to intimidate as if the truth the poet spoke would be scared of if beaten out. Soon the immense anger turned to depression, he lowered his head and held it with his hand, muttering through the tears: “I just don’t understand.”

                The poet looked at him sympathetically, remembering the times when he felt the same and the distance he had to travel to confront it. “I know you don’t and that is the problem.”

                There was no conclusion, no progression, no revelation. The poets’ hope of some breakthrough was proven to be wrong and the merchant came out of the conversation feeling as hopeless and directionless as before, still intending to pretend all is alright, all is fixable…how can it be wrong when it appears right?

                The merchant went for the door to leave. As he grabbed onto the handle, the poet spoke: “Good luck, fellow traveller. There are many roads we all must cross. I wish you the best with them.”

                The room became silent, both men standing still, only interrupted by the crackling sounds of the flames in the fireplace. 

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3. IT'S ALL OVER - PIONAL
4. GRADUAL REQUIEM PART4 - INGRAM MARSHALL
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6. BACKSIGHT - ANJOU
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Nothing at All

A Flash of colours: red and blue, in your mind, ringing in your ears, warnings, unseen, unheard, blindingly bright, deafeningly loud, make no sound, the two sirens singing, sound as colour, words as thought, somewhere between here and there, and no-where, flip a coin, roll a dice, take a chance;

your last chance to..., you last chance to..., sing a song, dance a dance, play the game, last chance...last...chance: roll. flip. roll. flip. roll. flip. roll. flip; rollfliprollfliprollwordswordswordswordswordswordswords,

i'm made of you, all read and blue.

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END

When you come back, your eyes and your hands were
Flames to talk to me.
 
I was in bed where I was born too often.
 
I beg you, never forget my eyes when you come back
 
It was night. I did not expect anything else.
 
And you came back. So beautiful.
 
You are so beautiful. in the world, there should be a garden as
cute like you.
 
come back
 
I smiled so much. I was happy and at that moment, I died.

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