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funereal bowsprit. does the current
plumb that deep. was Laika felt that
strongly. she lived so short. did shelaika was the first living thing launched into space by humans.  laika was the sole passenger of sputnik 2.  she did not come back.  
continue on. broke from her vessel.
out of the lamp. the cat let out of
the bag.

then free of her metal shell. the
final point realized. needless
inorganic weight.

no thoughts need be kept in her canine
mind of hunger. the deep down code of
breathing could finally be ignored.

she opened her lungs to the void.

the matters of matter & physics &
necessary implosion we'll leave
behind here. beloved science thrown
to the ratrace. much less wayside.

gone by.

                   her jaws hung wide. in awe. disbelief.
                   she'd been flung first by slavic men
                   in a tincan from the kremlin's steps
                   up. up. and she was the first living
                   breathing beast.

                   flung now or freed. slipped easily
                   from a weird exoskeleton(most appear
                   so). stepped. fetched into the vacuum.
                   the open of space. this shell. carapace
                   fell. flung to burn in an uninviting
                   atmosphere.


         and she in her
         freedom. thought
         (and less than that).
         howled.
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the cold calculation of instrumentation
       kept her in cage or capsule. thrust into
       the void in three stages. ninehundredthirtyseven
       miles up. (moscow to berlin)

space capsule. a dose of this world.
from this world. out of the outer
atmosphere. long notes. whole notes.
with nothing to carry them through space.
no means of being heard for that dog's
howl.

                       in the vacuum. absence. of objects.
                       matter. to reflect waves of sound.

but this interstellar beast.
wanderer of the space between.
the nothing that makes up the universe.

a dog breathing nothing exhales nothing.
her voice with no reflection accrues the
interest and qualities of light.

               it is heard as she approaches.


                       she follows closely.
                       speed, linear scale of time
                       unknown.

that wide held mouth's call persists.
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it cant be said she had a
rachetty little ass and a
skirt all the boys liked
to chase. a shade in other ways.
she moved like the faint
distinction of colors in
the sky.


         an orbital albatross throughout
         an expanding fluid temporal
         depiction.

         canis. astral genus
         of an openended landscape. Laika
         a fledgling member. out of the
         nest.

         she caught a scent. struck a warm
         track. the natural thing. she
         followed the trail around imposing
         stellar organizations to its source.
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         whether euthanasia or starvation
      were stated. released. a week.
      seven of the hundredeightytwo days.
      each orbit. a hundredtwo minutes.
      the second agent of man. machined.
      handbuilt. ferried out of the atmosphere
      in stages to circle the earth.
      cyclical consternation.

      and the first living breathing
      creature. a barker. biological
      observations transmitted from
      the ring described around the
      earth. (we all fall down) across
      a now-laden sky.


bowtie and tophat signs
of that celestial circus
enmeshed in orbit. in
rings. in unprecedented
sideshows. barked told
sold woven through the
stellar joyride of man-
made machine and man's
best friend.

                   the gambit there still lies in
                   belief. is the ringmaster's
                   rote or spontaneous ditty. his
                   bark. her call. the whole truth.
                   the way things really happened.

                         Laika's heart-rate. respiration.
                         biological observations. a week's
                         worth of reportage. taken down
                         in a scientific shorthand of
                         peaks and valleys. faded those
                         seven days. at the close no
                         weekend holiday.
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¢
 ivan or yuri or kasimir
          kept count of those beats
          tallied like meals on a
          prison wall.
                        cellular history.
          and one man. surely someone.
          kept the gravity of those
          tally marks. those primitive
          scratches in crumbling plaster
          to heart.


ivan or yuri or kasimir
surely one. esteemed the
moment the switch was
flipped. button pressed.
final breath was drawn.



                     then like a family pet's
                     fatal communion with a
                     speeding fender or whitewall
                     or the last quiet gasp
                     in a porch shaded by an
                     elder tree.
                                 Laika expired.
                     or transmuted. or escaped.
                     was freed of mechanical bonds.
                     of canine capsule.
                     zero gravity be damned.
                                              Laika
                     proceeded.
                                with the actions.
                     (if you'll allow those steps)
                     of history's initial spacewalk.
                     a cyclical hunt that continues.
                     unhindered in the void.
                     leashless.

                     big game or smaller targets
                     pursued by this spacedog.
                     free to follow.
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the coarse wintry night of space
         feathered her fur with spacedust
         and cosmic rays. she forced this
         trail. kept up to its warmth. to
         tree or bay quarry.
                             to prey on
         what led her where.


wings. in another medium.
in an atmosphere. anyplace
else. would have been a
natural development.

but propulsion of that
variety. there. here in
space. would prove
useless.

so she went
without wings.
with no
noticeable means
of propulsion
past her gait.

                             a gait that far exceeded
                             any measured run within
                             the confines of earth. she
                             lit out across an expanse
                             of universe like
your neighbor's backyard.

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¢
thusly morning began or continued
                       Laika was free of her space capsule
                       released by time or necessity or myth

               she climbed.  for every direction in space
               is up from the right angle.  up & out
               from an infinite point.

                                       she climbed or descended
                                       to the center of a changing
                                       amorphous formation.
                                       expanding by law and theory.

       arithmetically impossible.
       she traveled at a speed
       that surpassed electricity
       without time.

       travel without time or measure.
       distance. milemarkers and lightyears
       ignored.
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Laika.  Laaaiiikkaaa…
across a fertile valley
packed to the rafters
with game and peril.
peril put to ease
by a dog.


                       she runs through tall grass.
                       across an airy hillside.
                       in response to the call
                       of a young boy.  a boy whose
                       intent is love as that's
                       what boys with dogs
                       like Laika intend.


she leans into the light stride of her shoulders
to slow as she approaches the boy.  she barks.

                               the boy crouches. he pets the dog
                               with rough strokes of enthusiasm.
                               Laika verily towers over him.
                               licks his face.

this countryside. her valley
is in full view from the hillside with the boy.
trees yawn in the wind.
throughout, animals pursue life.

       Laika keeps tabs on the valley.
       but it changes. peril appears
       & migrates. lines & topography
       are changing.
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she persists. examining the posture
of landscape & unbridled star charts.

       she rescues herself from a more likely demise
       extracted from conscientious nourishment
       in the bent of space. leaping a diminished rock
       fence.


something there is that doesn’t love a wall
that hurdles stone with a dog
& botanical denizens of a slightly
interrupted wilderness.
                                   the wilds between
planets & systems & celestial curtains
the boy identifies as an expanded hunting ground
(if he carried a powder horn he kept it dry)

               & the pursuit crossed its own path.
               doubled back on itself. to repeat.
               beginning taken for a finale
               that repeats.

       Laika. Laaiiiiikkaaaa…
trembling in the vacuum.
breathing the howl.
released
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Library Music for TV, Film, Advertising, YouTube, Radio, Games, Media & Corporate Videos.
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Composer: Jon Brooks
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The Confrontation
Heroic Epic Orchestral Music. Dramatic Symphonic Music.

Playtime
Happy children's music. Playful, quirky instrumental music.

Memories
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Cybernetic Organism
Dramatic and epic orchestral sci-fi music with impact perfect for visual hit points.

African Elephant
Tribal African Music. Fun, quirky, rhythmic and catchy music with a positive vibe.

Prodigal Father
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Funky Chinese music with western influences.

Metamorphosis
Soaring, epic and dramatic instrumental orchestral music expressing a musical transformation.

Victory
Cinematic, heroic and victorious dramatic music. Epic winning majestic musical theme with a grand climax.

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Afternoon Tea
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Chinese Tiger
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Breaking News
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Fone Me
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Discovery
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Horizon
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Natures Path
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Musical Machinery
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Ocean Odyssey
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Big Fat Elephant
Quirky instrumental music.

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Nostalgic orchestral instrumental music ideal for depicting children,

Once Upon A Time
Disney-esque orchestral music inspired by incidental music in Disney movies.

The Power of Dreams
Melodic and epic orchestral instrumental music.

Helping Hand
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Middle East Petroleum
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Radiance (Full Mix)
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Radiance (Solo Piano)
Solo piano, beautiful instrumental music.

Prayer for Peace
Sad and mournful instrumental music.

Visit Me
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Seventh Heaven
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Phoenix Rising
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According to the motto “my house is your house” the new Kalk Pets 12inch of Hannover’s finest House export Le Rok features the deep grooving track “Love & Friend” alongside two remixes by Grinser and Chica Paula. The original mix is a soft burner that hugs you gentle with subtle melodies, touching vocal samples, and a deep absorbing bass line. Chica Paula’s interpretation transforms the original into a dark magical nugget that leaves much space for the listener’s own imagination while delivering slow-motion House deepness. The most up-tempo dancefloor oriented revision comes from Grinser. The resident DJ of Berlin’s Club der Visionäre transforms the original into a magic and funky House gem that is perfect for musical guidance during sunny days and long sweaty nights. Three versions under one groove that need no big speed to lift your spirits! 

~A few facts c: 

 You only see what I choose to show
 But there is a lot that you don't know
 I regret a lot because I knew
 Just how wrong they were to do
 It was really stupid and now I suffer
 From all the things I used to cover
 I let it out 'cause I thought it was right
 But all it gave me was a lot of fright
 Some people know and others don't
 All the other people always won't

 Born a self hatin' little girl with a soul so pure
 Beautiful and smart
 so young, yet mature
 Talented with words, but the world doesn't see
 That this is the only way that I know how to be me
 Broken and beaten by this world that I despise
 I've learned to block it all out, I no longer open my eyes
 They've been permanently shut, so now I live through what I feel
 But I've cut off all emotions so life's no big deal
 I'll be great one day, that's what I tell myself
 I'll be great one day without any of their help
 I'll be great one day and then they'll see 
 I'll be great one day
 And good enough for me.

 She looks in the mirror
 And see's someone staring straight back at her
 A lost little girl
 With cold hard eyes
 And no expression on her face
 Trying to cover up the pain she feels
 A lost little girl
 With too much anger inside of her too control
 So she takes it out on everyone around her
 Because she can't stop herself
 A tear falls from her eye
 Realizing that this lost little girl
 Who is staring back at her
 Is in fact herself
 Her reflection
 So wiping her tears away
 She steps closer to the mirror
 Looks herself in the eyes
 And whispers to herself
 "Who have I become?"

 Just because I'm quiet 
 doesn't mean I'm mute
 Doesn't mean I'm boring
 Doesn't mean I can't be outgoing
 Just because I'm quiet 
 Don't make fun of me 
 Don't judge how I am 
 Don't treat me like an animal
 Just Because I'm quiet
 I still want make friends
 Still love to have conversations
 Still want to share thoughts
 Just because I'm quiet 
 Doesn't mean that's me

 Just because I'm quiet 
 doesn't mean I'm mute
 Doesn't mean I'm boring
 Doesn't mean I can't be outgoing
 Just because I'm quiet 
 Don't make fun of me 
 Don't judge how I am 
 Don't treat me like an animal
 Just Because I'm quiet
 I still want make friends
 Still love to have conversations
 Still want to share thoughts
 Just because I'm quiet 
 Doesn't mean that's me

 It begins as a noise in the background
 keeping steady beat as it makes its round
 it can be found at any time of day
 it's so simple, just push play

 It creates a story for everyone's life
 as if it understands your struggles and strife
 it's impossible to stop, it's purpose will be served
 as if not to judge on whether or not you deserve
 to feel absorbed in something bigger than yourself
 where there is nobody to ever ring the bell

 Of complete reality and worry filled days
 when life gets too real there's something that says
 I'll be with you through the HAPPY and SAD 
 the really GREAT days and even the BAD

 It lingers as if ready at any possible time
 to lift you off your feet and begin to fly
 away from all the grief, sorrow and pain
 to tell your mind that it's free again

 No judging or casting a nasty glare
 nope, just to let you know that it's always there
 as the shoulder to cry on when no one else cares
 and casts you alone to face all of your scares

 It will give you a feeling that no one else can
 and open your eyes to the ever growing span
 of opportunity and dare and even the strength
 to end it all or just shoot blanks

 It tends to all of our daily needs
 not for us but with us so we really can see
 the magic of you when in a crowd
 nothing else will sound as loud

 As the beats, bells, and whistles that are in your head
 revealing to you a new path to tread
 for you will follow no one your path will be your own
 because your are lead by something that can't be owned

 To be there for whenever you desire
 is its one purpose, to light your fire
 it can't be stopped if the will is steady
 it can be unleashed, it's always ready

 To light up your day or slow down the time
 to yell at the world, or even to cry
 to help you with whatever you may need
 or just to be there for whenever you please

 It will live until the end of time
 serving its purpose, to let its light shine
 remember family, friends and even pets
 but most of all music never forget

 Music travels all around my body
 Now I can say it's living right through me
 Listening to music puts me in a good mood
 It makes me want to stand up and start to groove

 Music can make me forget all of my pain
 It brings out the sun when I can only see the rain
 I put on my headphones and play all of my songs
 I could listen to it all day long

 Music takes me to another place
 Higher than the sky and far away from the space
 There's nothing to compare to it in the whole world
 It wouldn't even be better than my favorite girl

 Music can teach you many lessons 
 Like stand up for your rights and all the good reasons
 I know there's people who thinks the same way
 Because they know music lives in us everyday

 <3~ 

Shotta Youths Music abbreviated "S.Y.M.G “is a group, also represented by a collection of unsigned artist whom often yield together to form some of the most thought provoking and intriguing sounds in Hip-Hop Music. SAMSON DREAD, who is also the C.E.O. and Founder of SYMG “missions a powerful statement , "We're going to out work em!" Or roll with us or get rolled over The tracks sited on this very Sound Cloud Page bares witness to these victorious claims documented hereto.

...And to this new 'first lady' of soul, self-love is always the antidote for the world's pain, romance's broken promises, and the bruises inflicted from the rise and fall of life's unpredictable tides. Ania Soul tells the story of the underdog, the artist, the survivor and reminds you with her music what it feels like to be victorious, even when you thought you had lost the right to be. www.aniasoul.com


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