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imagine a blue world...: September 2011

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Friday, September 30, 2011. The Clockmaker - a Very Old Obsolete Puppet Show. Clocks ticking rhythmically, clockmaker (CM) enters, begins working on the clock, hums a little tune. C1: I have a problem with my clock. CM: Let’s see your clock…yes, I see. Leave it with me for two days- I’ll have it ready by Friday. CM goes to his bedroom, lies down, clocks keep ticking(sound becomes louder). CM shakes his head.

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imagine a blue world...: July 2011

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Sunday, July 31, 2011. She had treated them with no guilt and he had answered with none – from his artful pretence of false friendship to the hilt of his dagger peeping out from between her bloody robes. There could be no traces of guilt now – staining the cold throne. His body was heavy, weighed down into the stone. The gold would change the lives of his people. It would all be worth it – all be justif...The wei...

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imagine a blue world...: Rote and His Talking Mirror #67

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Sunday, October 12, 2014. Rote and His Talking Mirror #67. Jedediah. Sasparilla. Abernathy. Aberdeen.". Sleep-talking, are we, today? Morning-glory. Fist and fury. Effervescence. Evergreen.". In rhyme, I see.". Purple hazard. Mister gizzard. Mustard melon. Fairy queen.". A spot the biological term game? I see you.". It was a variation in the rhyme scheme, Rote. Not an un-rhetorical un-question.".

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imagine a blue world...: November 2011

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Wednesday, November 23, 2011. Woogally in the Lair of the Beasts. Happy Birthday, Woogally! Tuesday, November 01, 2011. But Mrs. Fingers would never look up. Ben didn’t know why he wanted her to – except that Ben liked people to look at him. One early Tuesday afternoon, Ben and the boys had been idling about near the jetty, having skipped school and feeling very pleased about themselves. The boys were sitting...

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imagine a blue world...: Tailored to Fit

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Thursday, February 09, 2012. Rani, a psychotic tailor. Jhumpa, the concerned friend. Mr Ezekiel, a black suit. Mrs Senpai, a kimono. Thumri Kakkar, a kurta punjabi. Guria, a six-year-old’s ghagra. Vijay, the apologetic visitor. A huge pile of cloth lies like a mountain of multicolor downstage right. Stage left is devoted to a tiny bed and a small dresser. Voice from outside and a rap on the shutters. Why can&#821...

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imagine a blue world...: April 2011

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Friday, April 15, 2011. The invasion of the dragons. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The invasion of the dragons. Entry: stage right (with drumroll). Exit: stage left (with manic laugh). View my complete profile.

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imagine a blue world...: Symphony

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Sunday, October 12, 2014. The baton moved in a wide arc over their heads. As the deep brass peals resonated through a thousand ear drums - something quivered in the foundations of the music hall. The resonance created now had never been heard - never been felt before in the history of existence. And these deep vibrations seemed to reach everywhere - and everything, traverse through the very molecules of the world.

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imagine a blue world...: June 2013

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Wednesday, June 12, 2013. Mornings and evenings and mornings and evenings. That strange sort of melancholy you only find when it rains. Stored away doings - some crumbled to rubbles. Some drenched in the smell of what-we-cooked-yesterday. Sun is precious, and filtered and processed. And seeps in through sieves, stretched across the windows. And time is precious, and filtered and processed. View my complete profile.

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imagine a blue world...: June 2011

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Imagine a blue world. Sometimes its a song. sometimes its a word. sometimes its a sometimes. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. It is an old room in an old building. Paint peeling off its walls. Like some giant scaly snakeskin –. The old sandpapered whitewash beneath. Looks ripe and untouched –. A wrinkly newborn untouched. Little coffee-stained ply board tables for two. Scattered in a seemingly random nonsense. Across the red-cemented floor –. And in the middle of it all –. Silent, croaky, off or miraculously on,.