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Carbon Based Organisms
03:18
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I am my own laboratory. I observe and measure, deduct and analyze. The research has shown I’m mostly carbon. But I never trust the obvious. I will get my hands dirty and dig out the cryptography of my carbon-based patterns.
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Dream Amplifiers
03:41
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Paved with good intentions, still, the world is grey. We need dream amplifiers to make it louder. So, they can feel it in their bones. After that count to 10 and all your wishes will come true.
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Work In Progress
02:48
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A special report up-to-the-minute from my Ivory tower: mythical archetypes resonate of danger. I pull down the shades. So, as the day unfolds, the plot thickens. Stay alert!
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Wiederholungszwang
03:21
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We approach another end of the world. Soon, we’ll get out of this time and space box. Our legs are full of mosquito bites, an itchy reminiscence of our past lives. The air up here is still, filled with possibilities. Time is breathing.
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Notturno
03:26
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How deep is this night? Don’t look down. Jump. Leave your fears behind.
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Spilt Milk
02:59
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Before I surrender to the future course of events, I would just like to state that there is no use crying over spilt milk.
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In Theory And Practice
03:03
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Cut me up in whatever shape you like, So I can fit inside this world. I’ve tried so hard to play by the rules, but this game doesn’t fit me. In theory this should be so easy - Deconstruct my moves to right or wrong. But the practice fails me. I just get a red card like my life is not my own. So cut me up in whatever shape you like.
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From Automatic To Manual
04:05
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Focus the camera on yourself. Zoom in. Zoom out. Blame the moon, the universe is not dressed by your taste. 400 years later you would still burn Galileo. And the stars? Laughing. Whispering. Grain of salt, where are you? In the ocean, in the jellyfish. In the tear behind you face. Zoom out. Zoom out. Zoom out. Voices in your head erode your face. Your fears. Your ego. Your truth. Evaporating. Tear is grain of salt is rainbow. Zoom in. Zoom in. Zoom in.
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Ropewalk Adventures
03:11
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She awakes in sweat, covered with broken pieces of last night. Still warm, but sharp. She escaped by the skin of her teeth.
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Rainy Night In Warsaw
04:39
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Analena Croatia
In Analena's case, one man's hardcore is another man's noise and, simultaneously, another man's punk. Diverse but steady, their songs built from bittersweet melodies, blistering hooks and pummeling rhythms, Analena covers all the bases.
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