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laddoo, chaddi, fm radio and desert rock

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ne plus ultra, Vinterberg!

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The stereo dead, Grateful Dead head.

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Camp Jened learning outcomes. props to afflicted selves, crippled refrigerators/humans.

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you will ride eternal, shiny and chrome. you will eat poha, pongal and sambar vada. then what will you listen to?

Hedzoleh

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ये धूम-धड़क्का साथ लिए क्यूँ फिरता है जंगल जंगल इक तिनका साथ न जावेगा मौकूफ हुआ जब अन्न और जल घर बार अटारी चौपारी क्या ख़ासा, नैनसुख और मलमल क्या चिलमन, परदे, फ़र्श नए क्या लाल पलंग और रंग महल सब ठाठ पड़ा रह जावेगा जब लाद चलेगा बंजारा

with all this hullabaloo why do you wander from one Forest to another not even a twig will go with you when the food and water will stop what of the house, the attic, the courtyard what of your special specs, and silk what of the veil, cover, floor and new red bed and colourful palace All your splendour will get wasted when the pedlar packs and leaves 

stolen from ‘Banjaranama’

Nazeer Akbarabadi

chunks of land morphing into chests of banks, where are my dabbas of love, my love?

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And at every turn of the wheel I remember you. The spinning wheel of love, the unspun balls of grief The more I spin them, the more they seem to double.

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whatever consumes our mind, controls our life

therefore, when your vehicle is parallel to the curb, straighten wheels and stop

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I got a balcony. And the Max Roach Quartet for company.

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Almost blew. Yer highness rolling across the soons as if there were no noons, no monsoons.

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Charles Ives - Sonata for Violin & Piano, No. 3 

The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.

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the uncluttered number 30. for the love of the board, too many keyboards whom all I love equally. 

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"There are things you can replace and others you cannot" Jerry never stopped. He was in search of Althea, Ophelia and the Saturday’s Child all in one go. Presenting you the Wall of Sound for life. Lately it occurs to me, what a long strange trip it’s been. ‘go to’ to devalayam: http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/AGDL/

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NINA AND THE FLOWERY DRESS… NINA Simone, jazz

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heart of gold and some stardust soul.  thankyou for all the jazz and fish. that’s all.

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what must be must be

until they lay me down to die.

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Aaaaand I danced. Further up on the sunshade.

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Deekshithar funking it like no other. Paint it Thirupparankundram.

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This piece from the Mofussil Notebook is it. Isn't it.