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Example of a nice touch – the emergency exit signs in the Metro compartments are glow-in-the-dark. Example of a bad touch -  he MTNL ads in the Metro! They suck! Redo! To Do: Record the drive around this CWG logo structure [flyover around a seemingly wrought iron sculpture of the CWG logo]. Construction in full swing since the 0250 code…it seems the housing units are tiny, congested…Vasai, Churchgate, familiar names from reading but I’m thrilled at seeing them painted on walls and billboards…at Borivali station, there isn’t the bombay bustle…it’s 1720 hours, kinda busy time, shouldn’t it be? Kandivali has a dozen (or more) McD banners…Malad has Barat Matrimony[.com, I think]. Santa Cruz…Khar Road…I think this is the last small one before Bandra..so, Mumbai!! I feel like hitting, or at least telling them that I feel like hitting them in their faces, these people coughing and sneezing With Orifices Wide Open. I repeat: Please, if feasible, send me into outer ...

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Black Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was, everything Ooh, I know she gave me all, that she was And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh.....