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publié par ghosh @ 10:13 p.m.
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“Gentlemen! We’re going to war!” a general screamed, gearing the soldiers into an aggressive mode, by giving the base a rush and a push of the land of the free, the home of the brave. All he could hear was random beats as if generated by Native Instrument Reactor’s random sound generating module, which he meditated to when he was in disarray and needed to find meaning. Deafening fighter planes began to take off down the runway and a helicopter began pulsing a choppy beat providing sub harmonic bass frequencies below fifty hertz that shook the entire military bass almost making him lose control of his bowels. The moment had arrived. The eagle was coming. Pride was landing into the hearts of youth and everyone scurried around to get their last things before they left for the battlefield. It was time to get Sudam. Dom slowly collected his thoughts and assembled with his team. The sound of choppers, drown out the scurrying troops just as they began to assemble into formation. They had waited three days to land and now the time was near to kick-start the experience of their soon to change lives.
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publié par ghosh @ 10:05 p.m.
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Marianne held Dom so tightly and Dom himself felt weakened by the intensity of the gathering.
“Why did you leave us?” said a very young teenage girl who was dressed like an average college first-year student without the care of appearance. Marianne got scared looking at this girl.
Dom held Marianne close and took her as the rain began to pour heavier and the crowd was on the verge of disbanding or creating a riot. Police were surrounding them with riot gear including face guards and Plexiglas crowd control shields in an Orwellian 1984 fashion and emanating the police from Fahrenheit 451. Dom was not here to renounce his life or add to the commotion so he whisked his girlfriend away. The two decided to leave
On the night drive home to Ann Arbour, the two talked and talked and talked. Marianne did not remember an hour since that night that she had been so close to Dom with feelings shared and stirred together like chocolate syrup in milk. Dom talked about his life, the meaning of life, his youth, and everything. Marianne returned the conversation with her head in Dom’s lap as he drove on the lost highway with nothing but the headlights visible. It was then that the two were together and became as one.
publié par ghosh @ 9:58 p.m.
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Love, War & Techno by Himadri Ghosh (Paperback and eBook)
publié par ghosh @ 9:50 p.m.
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love war and techno: babylon lovegun 9/11 is a story of a couple torn apart when he is posted in the gulf with the us marines. it is the story of a man from brooklyn whose family is destroyed on the wtc attacks of 9/11.
i like to write, type or talk or even all three at the same time
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