This is my first attempt and experiment at making an artbook. Most works are old (some of them are way back from 2004), but all of them are vile, like that one time I bit into a mouldy toast and tried

I've suffered from addiction to several drugs that have not only pissed all over my life, but also on the lives of the ones I love the most. I've already lost two of my closest friends to opiates. You'd

ennui - noun - overpowering feelings of being fucking bored and dissatisfied because nothing interesting is ever happening Subscribe to the channel for more audiovisual riots and calamities! Those of you

#Ennui ennui - noun - overpowering feelings of being fucking bored and dissatisfied because nothing interesting is ever happening Years later, I found a little box where, in the spur of childhood fantasies

Years later, I found a little box where in the spur of childhood fantasies I kept my most prized possessions. It was empty. Had I not wanted anything as a child? Perhaps I had lost everything. I remember

Soooo I turned my short story into a little song of sorts. Do give it a listen. Just not loudly on the bus. ;) The Story : Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed with my penis hanging lopsided from

It's been a while, folks. Here's some of what I've been up to: Music and video made by yours truly. Sit back, roll a spliff, and enjoy!

i met a man in a thek in Salboni at the helm of a sprawling Sal forest. we drank together for hours and hours and as the haria with its milkwhite tentacles slithered into my brain strings of words slurred

when i get bored from working on a design, I make fake album covers. sometimes i take seemingly innocent templates and subvert their meaning by only changing the text. is it fun? yes, yes it is. :) here

I have been hiding under the living-room table for almost a thousand years. I have hidden in many other places around the house, but this was my favourite spot. The living-room table. And a marvellous

She was on him, screaming his name, squirming like a hungry maggot while he lay still enjoying the springiness of the bed. She was a passionate, fiery-eyed goddess and He was carrying an entire galaxy

This is a story on drifting. It is midday and I am dreaming. A summer wind hot with sleep has carried itself to the depths of our house, through rooms and corridors and windows that rattle like those old

#mixedmedia on #paper.

i had asked my cousin to...BE THE TREE! and so he did. this is in Niribili, our little haven in the jungles of #Bengal.

a little glass of water for all seekers on the path. #vipassana #rumi #kabir #sufism #dhamma #nirvana #meditation #samsara you who seek the journey, look upon the path. see how the bewildered falter,

Love is like a heavy smoking habit, you dig? Every half-done cigarette you look at for about a second and fling without finishing, without giving it a second thought, is like a few precious minutes of

#written by Sukanta Bhattacharya. #video made by yours truly. it is, in fact, an excerpt from my degree film, called Maya. Sukanta Bhattacharya (Bengali: সুকান্ত ভট্টাচার্য) (15 August 1926 – 13 May 1947)

blue the colour of september blue this dreary night of march blue the skies after withered storms blue the drunken days at hand blue my mourning motherland blue the skin of corpses cradled by the lonely

Hi, I'm Marcy Chadman from the Cream Cheese Sex Clinic. Here at Cream Cheese Sex Clinic, we clinically cheese out your sex cream, with an innovative alternative to a vacuum cleaner and we call it the Mexican.