This is for a friend who loves butterflies. This was a reverse fit. First I had the images and then the song. The song is beautiful. Hope the images match.

Here it goes.

The car. It was black in colour. Shining under a street light, the car had a blunt front and somehow the headlights were extraordinarily large.

The girl. She had bright eyes. Twinkling even in the street light. She had small breasts. The kind that boys would notice because they are small but attractive. She was wearing a skirt. A floral skirt. Sleeveless.

When she opened the door, the guy behind the wheel did not even look at her. She apologized for being late.

He gunned the engine. And the car was on a roll. She started to relax. And the car started to accelerate. He would take side glances at her. And liked the way the dress fell down showing her plunging neckline.

There was music in the car. There was “bodysnatchers” by radiohead and the blunt sound of the lead guitar.

As the car started to move forward the road became narrower. There were no street lights. And the immense probability of hitting something increased. The car head lights were bright on the road but he drove like he was not looking ahead. As if he was in deep space.

As the song picked up speed, a bright florescent shape came and sat on the blue light of the music player. It took some time to realize it was a butterfly. But it was shining bright. Red, yellow, blue and white.

The girl tried to touch the butterfly and it moved. The guy drove on.

When the girl looked on the right side there was another one.

The butterflies started to flutter around her. She smiled. they started to get attracted to the flowers on her skirt. She looked at her skirt. The flowers had started to look real. Lots of flowers. Small ones. Looking outside. The car started to have a fragrance. Then there were more butterflies. The car was full of butterflies and all attracted to the girl.

The guy kept driving. And it suddenly started to rain. It started with a drop. Then a drizzle and then in a rage. It turned into a storm.

The car picked up speed and so did the storm. At the end of the road there was lightening. It hit the road and went into random waves of light.

Two butterflies came and sat on the girls eyes. And when they fluttered their wings it looked her eyes had started to blink. They were uneven in shape. A third one sat on her lips.

That did it. it started to send electric currents in her body. She started to move her hands around. No matter what she did, her hands could never reach her face.

She struggled hard. Very hard. She started to bang on the glass. She tried to touch the guy sitting next to her. But she could feel nothing.

There was a problem. The car had started to move up in the air.

She could feel it. and she thought she had lost all her strength. The car was heading straight in the eye of the storm.

She was getting scared but excited at the same time. It was almost like living and dying at the same time.

She wanted to roll down the window. But her fingers did not move. The car was on a rollercoaster ride. the girl had lost control. But realized that there is nothing that she can do about the situation.

Miraculously the car was avoiding the lightening.

There were millions of humming birds who were working hard to straighten the lightening so that it will not hit the car. They wanted the flowers on the girls dress. So they were making sure that the car is not hit. So everytime a lightening that was in the path of the car, the birds would dive down and move the strike to another target.

The flowers from the dress started to grow. As if they wanted to reach out of the car. The birds started to swarm the car from outside and the butterflies from inside.

(to be continued….)

This was a tough song to write about. It took me long. After finishing half the story I could not go on. My mind stopped working. And somehow I was trying to figure out how to deal with this story. This in a way is a tribute to Stanislaw Lem who wrote Solaris. Probably one of the greatest authors of all time.

Here is Gorillaz  - Every planet we reach is dead

I am inside low time. In a way my mind doesn’t experience time at all. That is how it is supposed to be. The girl that I had kidnapped from RA 25 was in cryogenic sleep. I don’t know her status. I was advised low time by the ship because we were not clear about our destination and this also meant that I could end up raping my fellow traveler.

Rex – that was the girl on the ship. One of the few female species in the universe. That’s what we would like to believe.

At the time of getting into low time, the ship takes only that strand of thought it encounters in that split second and extrapolates it into your mind. It is advisable to have peaceful thoughts because even in low time, you actually enter into that thought and that becomes your reality. It lasts with you till the ship finally finds a destination.

At low time, I was in love with Rex. That did it. Now I entered a reality which was something I hadn’t felt in the real universe. I only wanted to fuck Rex. Now I got into a new world. A world that pauses on the thought and totally sucks you into it.

A part of my mind – maybe a fraction was allowed to communicate with the ship. The ship was looking for a destination.

If the ship comes across a destination, it will just trigger me into consciousness. That is the idea.

Meanwhile I remained in love with Rex. It was like I was on a drug. It was a real high.

I still don’t know how the real world was functioning in the ship. Was Rex aware that I was into low time and in love with her? I don’t even know if only my mind was manipulated. What about hers?

I will give you an example. Being in love also involves a physical desire. That is something I experienced in low time. And somehow it was different from fucking.  In low time I could not touch her or feel her physically. And that was the bug in the programme.

They never thought that I would like to experience my object of desire through a touch. They thought that my love will be restricted to my mind and it doesn’t need other realities. But they were wrong.

I was becoming desperate to touch her. And in my mind every time I touched her, she would turn to dust. I could confess my undying love to her and she would respond. But “When I wanted to make love”, she would turn to dust. This was dangerous. Nobody knew when we will find a new planet. But during that entire phase I needed to be kept outside the reality of my ship.

The Sphere is a sentient ship. Earlier the ship had tried to kidnap Rex and later on made a compromise with me. Now we were in good terms with each other.

The Sphere was looking for a destination. And every planet it took us appeared to be dead.

Even in the closet of my own reality I was not allowed to be. The fraction of my brain that was connected to the spaceship was using a capsule. The capsule kept track of the trajectory of the Sphere. It had limited rights to manipulate the direction of the craft but then it has to win against the logic of the Sphere. The sphere normally can’t go wrong unless someone hacks into her mind.

In this vast galaxy my ship doesn’t really matter. There are many objects in space. Stars, planets, asteroids, black holes and moons. The Sphere was not able to find a single planet which could allows us to park ourself for some time – a few hundred years.

But I don’t like planets that are abandoned or those that are not livable. I need life around me. I don’t like to be alone. It is this primitive instinct that I have.

Technically, I won’t be alone now. I have a kidnapped girl with me. So I would be able to pass time.

For me to come back to reality, my ship wanted to see the planet that has life. We kept searching. My capsule provided me updates only when there were some results. Else we were again independent entities.

That one day when I was desperate to try to touch Rex and waiting for her to bloom into dust, I experienced a rare feeling.

Rex was closer to me than ever. It was not just the touch. I could feel that there was something else in play. Rex was actually holding my face in her palms and getting her face near to me. and I could feel her warm breath.

It was an experience of a million life time. I have no idea how it happened. But that was the time I was alive. In an alternative world. Feeling real. Or what I thought was real.

The capsule had catapult me into a separate dimension. It has found a planet that was alive. The planet had found life inside the capsule. And it had relayed the message to me.

The planet had taken complete charge of me. I don’t even know about Rex. Probably she is still lying next to me in cryogenic sleep or she is actually touching me. What is real?

Probably what I felt was real. And nothing really mattered. This planet was alive. And it had taken complete control of me.

Radiohead – Sail to the moon

Time and again I wonder why I end up with this band. Radiohead is science fiction at its best. Thats the way i like to see it. If you like science fiction, you will love the work of this band. It is not only innovating the music industry but is also creating the sounds of the future.

Here is sail to the moon..

The dark infinite sky. A  spaceship moved alone. Moving slowly through deep space. Those who had managed to live through the catastrophe had closed their eyes. They had seen enough. They never wanted to look outside and see the cold universe. But Omega was awake. She saw the vastness of the sky and it scared her. But at the same time she thought that the idea to sail to the moon was well thought.

Those were the final days. Everything was over. If you look straight across to your right, you could see the top floor of the tallest building in the city. The rest of the floors were underwater.

The city had sunk inside the sea. The buildings stood like tombstones. People who worked in the last few floors had managed to run to the top. The terraces were full. People in their formal dresses stood shivering. Their ties were loose. And their eyes were red. All of them were traders. It was ironic that the day the world decided to call it a day, those who remained alive turned out to be investment bankers and traders.

Those who had the inkling might have gone short on the market and thought that they could make some money from the floods.

Omega stood there alone. She happened to be in one of those office when the waves started to rise suddenly. She was there to meet one of those guys who made money in all kinds of markets. He thought that the flood was an excellent opportunity to do some short dated trades. He was so sure about the money that he will make, he called a finance reporter to witness the episode. He was sure that this one trade will make him the richest human being on this depleting planet.

But before he could punch that order the wave hit the high-rise. Within seconds it was over. She remembered that all of them ran to the emergency exit which took them to the terrace. The cameras in the staircase showed how the surrounding tide was rising. She could see her city drowning. She could see the world coming to an end in  front of her eyes.

But she ran. Climbed the steps till she reached the top. There were several of them on the terrace. All of them traders that belonged to rich investment banks – firms that could afford the rent of the top floors. The rest of the building was occupied by low level firms or some information technology outfits who thought that it would be better to stay close to their money-vending machines.

On the top of the terrace people stood in rows. They hardly spoke. There were very few women. Omega was one of them. There was a cold wind blowing. There were those who were looking at the water a few meters below. Wondering if it will still rise.

The sky started to change colour and nobody knew what to do. Few tried to talk. But there were no words. “Look, choppers”, a young trader screamed.

Choppers moved on the top of the building. And rescue workers were trying to throw ropes at them. Suddenly there was hope.

Omega did not like it. She wanted to write that last story- an obit on the investment banker. She knew that there were no readers for her story but she wanted to write the last words in history. That honour nobody could steal away from her.

But now she thought that all of them will live.

The rescue team managed to get all of the survivors in separate choppers. And the choppers moved towards an unknown destination.

Omega sat next to the young trader. They hardly spoke. She felt that she had seen him somewhere. But her memory failed her. She looked outside and saw the flood. The water was rising. Eventually, the tall buildings that had survived for a few hours will also disappear. There will be a dead city that will exist in the future. Underwater.

The choppers took them under a spaceship. One by one the traders and investment bankers were transported into the spaceship. There was gloom everywhere.

The spaceship was like an airplane. When everyone was seated there was an announcement that informed them that the ship was going to sail to the moon.

Moon. The new frontier. Many earthmen had only read it in science fiction that one day man will move to the moon. But it was happening now.

There were reports about some colonies that already existed on the moon. But no one was sure. All this was bad news for Omega. For once she thought that all the world was cured of investment bankers and she can simply write her obit and float it into one of the vast networks of the universe. Somebody sometime was bound to read it. but that was not going to happen. The traders and the investment bankers will survive.

Anyways she hated the breed. She wanted to do something.

She decided to change the trajectory of the spaceship. she knew that the spaceship was on autopilot. If she can hack into the system, she can very well miss the direction of the moon. That way she could possibly kill all the scum of the earth that was getting transported to another part of the universe.

Hacking the mind of a spaceship is not an easy art. But Omega had it in her. It was a talent that she had so far kept it to herself. She never had an opportunity to find out how good she really was. And today was one.

She not only misdirected the spaceship from the moon. She even managed to put the ship in the trajectory of an asteroid that will surely destroy the ship. She got everything right.

She miscalculated on the fact that in case of a head-on collusion, every seat became a pod. And would float into space looking for an anchor. If the pods survive.

She had closed her eyes and thinking about how she is going to start her obit of the last trader- investment banker on earth. She had miscalculated the time. When the spaceship hit the asteroid she had not written a single word that she could feed in to the infinite networks.

The explosion lasted for a few seconds. Then turned into a nebula. The seats into pods. Nobody knows if anybody survived. Omega did. Her pod floated into space. And she took a breather that at least now she can begin her report.

Before she could start, there were some numbers that blinked on the dashboard of her pod. “Ask: 123.30 for empty pods”.

Some bastards had survived and they were already entering their quotes.

She wrote her report on the beginning of trading in the new age. Thousands of years down the line, this market will have a volume in billions. She could never write the obit. She wrote the birth of the new financial markets in an expanding universe, floating in her pod and looking at the vast universe.

I sucked the moon
I spoke too soon
And how much did it cost?
I was dropped from
Moonbeams
And sailed on shooting stars

Maybe you’ll
Be president
But know right from wrong
Or in the flood
You’ll build an Ark

And sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon

KT Tunstall has an interesting song here. She is not really the kind of singer that we would feature in counterclockworld. But this song was irresistible. Besides, she is extremely attractive. She was born to a half-Chinese half-scottish mother and an Irish father. False Alarm could mean a lot of things for those who have been in a relationship. This is not really a weird story. In fact it is more logical in its convoluted way.

False Alarm

She walked down the road. It was almost late. But there were some people around. The street lights were not shining bright. But added to her feeling of loneliness. She had just spent some time with him. It was the same old thing. He would try to convince her about how much he loved her. He used to hold her. Talk to her and made her feel better. She always wanted to be with him. And she was sure he wanted to be with her.

She kept walking. Kicking every small stone that came her way. One traveled into a straight line, all the way to her apartment. Maybe that was the only company she can have, so she picked the stone and put it in her bag.

At home she sat on her bed. Cried. Buried her face in her hands and wondered if she could bury her feelings in the same way. She lit up a cigarette and allowed herself to be full by the smoke that got in her lungs. From her 20^th floor apartment she could see the entire east side of the city. With some imagination, she could even figure out where he stayed.

It was almost 10.30 pm. He must be playing with his daughter. And then maybe make love to his wife.

That really hurt. She was not able to take that thought. Maybe what he tells her is true. He and his wife are really not getting along and she is imagining too much. Why was she stuck in a relationship where the guy will never come out of his marriage?

She kept staring in the direction of his apartment. The entire city was lit under the dark sky. And just across all the tall buildings, the sea reflected the sky. There were no stars. Only darkness.

Why do you have so much hope? For the one you love, who will never come to you. Or why do hopeless people give so much meaning to your life?

Everytime he held her, she now realized that was a false alarm. It raised expectation. It made her feel wanted. To the extent that he will actually come for her. Forever.

She always wanted to see his wife. Not because she wanted to be in her position. Maybe that could help her understand him better. It was just an urge.

Later on, she saw her picture in a magazine and he had confirmed that she was his wife. She liked the picture. She looked attractive. Now she wanted to see her in real.

She waited for her outside the school throughout the hot afternoon. When his wife came for the daughter, she saw her in real. The picture had not lied. She was very attractive. She felt like an intruder.

Maybe being with another guy would help. She tried that. She could never feel the closeness. At best she could be someone else’s good friend. But being in love with someone else was out of the question.

Today was a different day. She had spent time with him and he told her that his wife had figured out this relationship that he was having with her. She did not say much. That is what really worried him. She should have been affected. She should have thrown a tantrum. But she did not react. He told her all that. He also told her what she meant to him. She knew that his wife also meant a lot.

In a few months time, his wife walked out on him with the child. That should have been good news for her. Now he was all hers. But there was a problem. Now she had stopped loving him. It was all pointless. She could not understand why she felt that way. But the whole adrenaline rush was gone. She told him that.

She sat in her apartment staring outside. But not at all interested in looking at his high-rise. She wondered why she could only be in love with married men. She lit a cigarette and put on KT Tunstall – False Alarm.

I’m trying to put this thing to bed
I’ve drugged it in its sleep
There isn’t many memories
I’m comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on
It’s heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around
There’s nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I’m up against a wall

But maybe it’s a false alarm
And every answer sounds the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That hasn’t got a name
Maybe I can’t see
Maybe it’s just me

‘There There’ by Radiohead is a song for late night drives. Especially those lonely drives. It’s a song from ‘Hail to the thief’. The story that follows is done by keeping the atmosphere of the song in mind. Hope you enjoy

“There There”

It was dark. I sat on the rocks watching the sea. The sea. It is vast. It is unknown. It is scary. But it pulls you in. It pulls you like it knows you. And brings you to face reality. And someone like me who has been running all his life doesn’t like it. I don’t remember when I rested last. Must have been the time when I was with you.

I had just killed someone and they had paid me enough. Money, that will last me for the next few months. I remember that you had stopped the car and asked me to drop you ahead. I did not refuse. It was raining. And there was nobody on the road. No vehicles. No people and no lights. I could see one lamp right ahead. Its yellow bulb throwing light on the raindrops.

I looked at you. You were looking straight ahead. Nowhere in particular. You were not even scared. You did not tell me where you wanted to go. And I was a man without destination. You did not talk much. And there was this radiohead song “there there” playing on the local radio station.

I wanted to know where you were coming from. Wanted to ask more about you. But you were clearly not in a mood to talk. But you looked beautiful. The glow on you face was enhanced by the little light that was coming out of the music system. It was a blue light. Your eyes looked different.

Then she told me that someone just killed the guy she loved a lot. The body is still lying in the rain. She had seen me kill him. And she was waiting for me to drive down that road. She had stopped the car just to see me.

“I know you killed him”, she said. And those words had an effect. They were cold. I didn’t say anything. She didn’t seem emotional. But why did she come with me now?

“I don’t have any hope now. There is no one for me”, she said. As if to answer my question.

“You can kill me or take me with you”. I kept quite. Listening to the haunting song. I don’t kill if there is no money involved in it. So killing her without money was out of the question.

I stopped the car. The rain poured on. “So you want to come with me and why?”

“I don’t have anyone”.

I took the gun and put it on your forehead. Right between your eyes. That was probably a better deal than taking her with me. Her eyes did not move. She kept watching me. Without batting her eyelids. I was captured between the eyes. Inside the bullet that could have just entered her head.

I removed the gun and kissed her. We spent the night in a hotel and then next day I ran away. Hoping that I would never get to see her.

Business was as usual. And it had been a few months to that incident. I received a phone call to go for a shoot. There was someone waiting to be killed. I had to go to the far side of the town. Enter a lane and kill the man who was sitting on the first bench of a roadside café. I reached there earlier and waited for him.

He came in and sat down on the front bench. Later on a girl joined him. They kissed. A very wet kiss. I saw the girl. Someone was trying to kill her men. It was the first time in the last thirteen years that I did not kill someone even if money was offered.  I normally do anything for money. I looked at the vastness of the sea.  Sat there for a very long time.

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there

We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

Smashing Pumpkins – Mayonaise

Mayonaise by Smashing Pumpkins is an extremely difficult song to understand. The story we have here has nothing to do with this song. Maybe I have completely misunderstood Mayonaise but in one interview Billy Corgan said that the lyrics are bull-shit. But in a counterclock world, everything has its space. And the song has great atmosphere.

This is Mayonaise…

I’m a disaster zone. I stood under the only working night light on the street and looked at the gun. I knew they will be coming for me. In a few days I will be dead. I know that. And when you know that you will die in the coming few days, it is kind of relaxing.

It all started with with Myra. She is a small time whore in the locality. And me a small time gangster working for  a gang known for its killings and violence.

I loved spending time with this slut. She had many customers and I had many whores. So everything was going fine for us. But as time passed I started spending more time with Myra. She already had a special customer. And by the looks of it, I think she liked him a lot. But then she also started liking me a lot. First time I felt a strange feeling of being with a woman. And not just for sex. I was clearly in love with her. And everything inside me ached and longed for her. So I decided to kill her boyfriend. It was logical.

If I want this girl then I’ve got to kill this guy.

I figured out the time he will be visiting her and I will go and simply pull the trigger on him. That was natural. So I waited for him to enter her room. I knew that this guy was not normal. In an area like this, to survive, you have to be a corrupt cop or another gangster. But all the same. The girl did not have any idea of my plan. Why should she?

When I knocked on the door, she opened. I pulled out the gun and was almost about to shoot the guy without the shirt and she stopped me. All this happened in a fraction of a second and the bastard was able to hide.

There was a lot of shooting that went on. And I had to run away. It was all because of that girl. She shouldn’t have stopped me.

It was not easy for me to go to that place again. They were all waiting for me. And It was really unsafe. I came to know from my contacts that the girl was being beaten up regularly and she won’t last for long.

I wish I could have run away with her. Now I can’t even see her.

It was not just that other gangsters were looking for me. But there were cops as well. I had served my sentence for five years already and don’t want to go to prison again. Not a good idea.

But at the same time I wanted this girl. I shouldn’t have listened to her. I should have shot him at that time and ran away with her to some far off land.

But life is not that simple. Now I wait desperately outside the lane where she used to stand and get her customers. These days there are no whores. I crave for her and was ready to risk my life for her.

Then one day I did find her edge of the same lane. Dead. She was shot nicely through her head. And her pretty face looked like it had taken a lot of beating. They just knew how to kill me.

Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June

No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will

Gorillaz – Slow Country

Gorillaz are always a fun band. They made it to the Guinness book of world record as the most successful virtual band. Their music has always been trippy. Here we look at Slow country in an extreme counterclock way. Most will not agree with me in this story. But this is what city folks go through.

Here is Slow Country.

It has been two weeks since I ran away from the city. The problems were too many. And when problems mount, it is simply a good idea to run away. I was precisely doing that. Running away. It was a long drive and I was driving without really knowing where I wanted to go. The road was straight and the nights were cold. The child used to sleep in the car next to me.

Me and my wife were having problems. Lots of them. Then there were those loans. A child that was growing up. My wife insisted on a separation. I wasn’t. I thought that the child requires both the mother and father. My wife said that she cant stand me anymore. I used to work late and then come home late. Normally after having a drink. My wife used to give me a bad look. This has been happening for some time and then the crisis began. The markets crashed and the burden of loan increased.

I used to walk the city roads alone. Looking into shops and standing outside of malls.

Things were really not looking good. I decided to run away. But where? I had no idea. Going home was a problem. Don’t want to face someone who doesn’t like me. But still I used to drag myself home. Every time my wife looked at me, it gave me the shivers.

I had asked my wife if she would like to move to a different place? She said no. She wanted to be away from me and asked me if that was so difficult to get through my thick head. Well now what? I did not know how to tackle the problem at home.

Work was absolutely crazy. Life in the crisis was becoming like hell. Had no idea if my job will remain or not. Some said that my department will close down and there were no other jobs to be had.

I read it in the papers that a man going through a similar situation actually went home and killed his family as well as himself. He was neck deep into loans. The papers probably failed to mention that his wife hated him. Was there any other way out for him?

That night I came home with a gun. Maybe that’s the way to go. When I reached home the child was not to be found.

My wife waited at the dining table watching TV. She looked at me and smiled. I did not know why. I enquired about the child and I was told that the child was dropped at her friends place.

Then she showed me the gun. And I thought that I was the one who was ready for a kill today.

“I don’t know if I should kill you or myself. But tonight someone is going to die”, she said.

She aimed at me and I aimed at her. Then she smiled. “This is not going to be easy”, she said and shot herself. Dead.

I picked up the child and we have been driving for a long time. It has been so many days. We are already into the country. My child enquires about the mother not knowing that she is traveling into the backside of the car. We are a family on a vacation into the slow country. And we are traveling together.

Shoot my life

joy and happy laughter

You won’t get my name

From doing what you’re loving

Moving out of city

Better have a second chance

get a lot of problems

We get a lot of them

Filter is a post-alternative rock band. There is no distinct feel to this band. But this song from their first album “Short bus” is rocking. And I like the lyrics. I had some idea that this song is about suicide.  But that doesn’t really matter.

The body was lying in a pool of blood. I could make out the hole in the head, bloody fucking red. It was a nice shot. The perfect blow. I had seen this kid in the neighborhood. With his girlfriend he would be hanging around in the locality. Never really got to talk to him.

He looked like a happy kid. Never really thought that this one will kill himself. His family looked all right. No broken home. A young sister and middle class parents. His girlfriend was cute. A long haired girl with a bouncy walk. I seen her laugh with him a lot.

But this one had still gone ahead and killed himself. But why would a sixteen year old kid do that?

Maybe he was involved with drugs. Maybe he was involved with gangsters. Or simply bored. That didn’t really help. By now somebody had informed the cops and they were down in the lane with two of them walking straight towards us. They started with some basic questions and taking notes. Since this whole thing had happened at around 11 am, most of the neighborhood was at work. Not many people were present.

His girlfriend came running inside. I came to know her name was Ria. When she saw the body, she simply broke down. I went and sat next to her. I held her and she started to cry. She didn’t say much. The whole situation was shocking. The cops vacated the area and me and Ria were standing outside the house. Later on the body was moved out of the house.

I just held Ria and she cried her heart out. She knew that I lived in the next lane. We had never spoken before but at that point in time all these things did not really matter. I was just trying to comfort someone who had suddenly lost a loved one.

That evening I ended taking Ria out for dinner. This all sounds crazy. I met  her on the day her boyfriend had killed himself and I ask her out the same evening. I had to do it. The girl was staying alone and giving her company was important. She did not really have many friends. And she wanted to avoid those who knew both of them very well. We had a quite evening and I dropped her home.

I wanted to ask her about what could have been the reason for the guy going and taking a gun and blowing off his head? But I did not. I thought it would be too early. And again, she may not have a clue. Better to leave that topic alone. It was just not the right idea. Later on we started meeting regularly. She used to remember her boyfriend and cry. I used to sit there and watch. We used to sit near this lake every evening and she used to drown her sorrows.

I had no idea when and how we started seeing each other. But it happened. Within a few weeks time we were completely into each other. So much that I even forgot about her dead boyfriend.

I wish I had not. This was her fifth boyfriend who had committed suicide.

I wish I would have met you
Now its a little late
What you could have taught me
I could have saved some face
They think that your early ending
Was all wrong
For the most part they are right
But look how they all got strong
Thats why I say hey man nice shot
What a good shot man

Is there love in Space? Joe Satriani explores in this album. We are looking at an instrumental piece called “Searching”. This is really a long song and the story that follows is slightly longer.

Searching..

It was a brutal fight. I have lost count of how many actually died. Facing the enemy in their territory is always difficult. The inhabitants of RA25 had got lucky as they had managed to lay their hands on a female species. A rare exotic female species. She was a rare catch and those 50 odd inhabitants did not know what to do. I exactly don’t know how they got hold of a woman but since the planet was inhabited by highway robbers, they must have found this one sailing somewhere in the galactic highway.

For most space troopers being alone is a way of life. In an expanding universe you are continuously becoming smaller and how much you travel and at whatever speed, it doesn’t kill your loneliness.

I was at RA25 for a refuel. I hated that planet the moment I landed. The inhabitants seemed to be preoccupied and it didn’t take me long to find out why. As my ship went for a refill it gave me an overview about whats happening. My ship – The Sphere is sentient. I was immediately informed that the RA25 got a female species amongst them. You have no idea what a woman can do to you in space. As it is there are not many left. And those that are around are being hunted by the multiverse.

I thought this was a lifetime opportunity. It was not so easy to kill all the 50 inhabitants. There was destruction. Enough to make the planet unlivable for a millennium to come.

When she was put into the Sphere, I was able to take a closer look at her. The Sphere meanwhile was on an ultra speed into open space. There were a few stars and I could see the RA25 burn under us.

I looked at the her closely. Difficult to describe but certainly attractive. She did not speak. She knows that they are often hunted in deep space and nobody really knows where they reside. If one is found, the whole universe comes together and fights over her.

I don’t know how many planets this one must have destroyed.

But her mere presence made me want her. Lust. Desire or sex. She was not required for reproduction but the feeling that she gave a man was unfathomable. It was a pure adrenaline rush. I tried talking to her. But she didn’t even nod. She sat there silently watching the space around us.

Then suddenly I noticed that we were on the wrong trajectory. The sphere was heading straight into the path of an asteroid. I could not get this. I started to communicate with the Sphere. But he refused to entertain me. I looked at the girl and she was completely disinterested.

“What the fuck.. you trying to kill me?”, I almost screamed. No answer and no change in direction. This is the first time I was experiencing this. The Sphere had the map of the entire universe and can never self destroy itself. It was based on a survival algorithm and can learn from mistakes.

The Sphere was suicidal and finally started to talk. “I want that girl”, the spaceship finally said. “I want you to get out or I kill all of us.”

I could not understand the situation. This spaceship is sentient. But now it having desires is something I was not ready to accept.

“You are crazy. What are you going to do with that girl”, I was trying to reason.

“None of your business. This is the best bounty you have ever carried on this ship and Im now taking charge.”

This did it. My spaceship had taken over me. And not much time to stay alive. I decided to fuck the girl. No regrets if I die. My basic instinct took over me. The girl smiled.

“No. Don’t touch her. Stay away from her”, the Sphere yelled. Suddenly I liked that. There was urgency in the voice. “You change the path”, I said.

“You just leave her alone. And Im not going for the collusion.”

I was relieved but the desire was so real and I wanted that girl so bad. But I moved away. And the Sphere moved away from the asteroid. It was so close.

It was some time now. The girl had gone to sleep. Hacking into inanimate objects did that to her. She wondered how long before some bounty hunter will have her. And they are all searching. Don’t know how long I can escape, her last thought before she went to sleep.

Nine Inch Nails – Closer

Writing about Nine Inch Nails is difficult. The first thing that comes to mind is extreme violence. Here we take a look at Closer, a song that is interpreted in a counter clock way. The story is completely influenced by the sin city piedophile scene.  Avoid reading this post if u do not like extreme violence or torture.

He had picked her up from the mall. A 16 year girl going home after the evening show was over. Her friends had left. And while she passed the car he pulled her inside. She screamed. It was useless. She kicked and he became more aggressive and when she pushed him away he came in like a ton of bricks.

He was middle aged and she was young. He was not yet seen in the papers but he was becoming popular as the AIJ killer. Nobody really knows the full form but it had to do with the abducting of juveniles. He was one mean motherfucker who liked little girls.

He was cruel and he had done this many times. And the practice had only made him better. He loved the torture and the effect it had on the victim. He always loved to do it to them in that room in the back with one single bulb. There was one chair and a table. He was not much into experimenting but as long as the girl screamed he became excited. He wanted to fuck her like an animal. He wanted to be deep inside.

There was another body lying in the same room. A dead body of another young girl of 16. He had not disposed it off and some maggots had made enough room in her belly and feasting on the dead girl. There was a stink. A foul smell to the entire room where two or three cats sometimes came and licked the body. Maybe even ate some parts of it. He probably was feeding the body to his cats.

He decided to mount her on the table. And as he began to come closer her hand found something on the table. It was a nail. A nine inch nail. She took the nail and jabbed it in his left eye. He immediately moved backward. He screamed. It must have been painful.

She went and jabbed the nail even further. He was now taking support of the wall. With gooey and blood coming out of the eye. She pushed him and stamped a feet on the eye. His hands and feet fluttered. It took her some effort to pull out the nail again. She looked at the way his body moved.

She kept him there for a few hours and watched the blood soak his face. He tried to say something and she told him to shut-up. He still kept babbling almost like a child. She decided to feed him some maggots. He refused to open his lips when he realized what the movement on his face was all about.

She slapped him hard. And saw the maggots enter into his mouth and some wanted to get into the hole she had made into his eye.

As she played with him one of the cat came closer to her and hovered around her. She had never seen a cat attracted to blood. The cat with its upturned tail brushed around her leg. As if it was asking for permission to let go. With the “meow” of the cat, he gave a terrifying scream. That attracted the other cats.

The cat started by licking his face. She knew it will take them a long time complete the act. But she decided to leave the kill to the cats.

Had she killed him, this would have been her 20th victim. And her picture was already in the papers.

You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its’ your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive