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Yes, I believe it's her poetry and she speaks it and it's her in the video. So she does this like, is this like a YouTube channel thing of hers or a web series thing of hers? She's doing a, it's Blush YouTube series. Okay, so Blush is the channel. But it's her, and she contributed to it and this is her poem called the printing machine. Here we go. Sharing bloody scenes into bold black ink. Sharing headlines that make you gluck, gluck your drink. Sharing primes against women. Steep rising ink. Gambling Japanese tourists. International sting, sting. Strip switch for menstruating. Blink, blink. Ear on foresail from starving. Think, think. Gile breaks by politician. Garching, garching. Chir, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah. Treatment of machine harps happening in your drink to ink that makes us thunks sink and teaches us to fear everything. Fear the beast, writing the nights from deli to quantity. Can't call it wow, growling, growl, growl, growling. Beast of poverty, beast on a shopping spree. Midnight Cinderella. 10 o'clock to dirty fella. Oh hell, it really doesn't matter. It was afternoon in the warehouse and nobody heard her. It was just growl, growl, growling, going louder and louder. The machine chur, chur, churring faster and faster. Churring a nation of pride itself and hanging of four men. Five, if you count the suicide bastard. Chur, chur, churring, a village dangling of two girls and up dolls upon a tree. Chur, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah. Tree goes the fizzy printing machine till heads pile up in our hands and a crisp and clean on our newspaper stand and blend smoothly into our morning routine. Heads for one side or another, like a black and white marketplace. Two heads for four, four heads more, eight heads for a martyr, enough heads to start a war. I mean, how many heads are we after? Churring one after another. Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah. And when you think it's over, when the machine stops with a sudden, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, tree, wait a little, wait patiently. It's just ready in dah, dah, to chur, dah, dah, at textbooks, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, rewritten histories of dissected countries of majorities and popular beliefs and then the long, slow chur. In italics and roman prints of sweeping statements made by official establishments to take safety precautions and make improvements based on political views and religious sentiments. Churring out the box of sin, got out of the clothes room, the men would win their sins, the color of their skins, speaking of which, cheering horizontal lines vertically to paint the tree. In soft baby paint, the pleasant, bold, blue page revealing a fair and lovely face which melts a few pages on with the rise of acid sand, chur, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, tree, the machine sinks obliviously. Churring magazines with shiny sheens to accommodate set-up socially subduing a world we can buy into, a dream we can hand on to, a love that defies one way to two, values that depend on what others think of you and you know that you are what you say and not what you do. So keep tap, tap, tapping on the keyboards, computing virtual drawing rooms that communicate it. Tap, tap, tweak, tap, tap, smooth, tap, tap, texting, tap, tap, emoticoning whilst our machine gives chur. Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, tree, the family and Mary has nothing to do. Chur, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, true with a manual. Chur, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, draw to underwear and bra. Babies count fights seriously in luxury. So hurrah, hurrah, let's drill her a bikini every time she raises her head to climb it. You see, God forbids multiplicity for a woman in our society. Chur, da, da, it goes up precious for the machine. Churring in amounts for nakedness by wearing less than half. Churring bitterness in mothers that feel better than in sleeping in the future. Oh, what a mind. Quiet revenge of the weaker steps from behind the guise of a tasting plant. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, like an option. Churring new breaths that grow into man. Churring little ladies that use hearts to pretend they manipulate. And defend themselves from the grove, grove, grove, beasts of doubt and survival for better theories until their whole existence becomes just a little series. Churring, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, trees, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, weak trees, da, da, da, da, da, da, stories that become our histories. They're all an irony of all irons. They're one they reveal how our great and new heritage held to its feet. At the mercy of this, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, great thing. The girl's talented. Girl's an artist. And I knew that before this. I mean, you could tell. Oh, yeah. If you pay attention to Kalki at all, you recognize that she's at her core, she's an artist. She's a creative person. And obviously very passionate about women's rights around the world and India. 100%. And obviously a lot of these are relatable to women anywhere in the world. Anywhere. It's universal. So like what she was saying about, I mean, there was a lot of stuff she said in there, but the beginning parts where she was talking about in the magazines that we learn as little girls to look up to certain images and then fear if we don't become those images. And then obviously a lot of the stuff with women having to suppress whatever they feel because it's a man's world and all this kind of. Yeah. And how the images feed in young boys and men, those images feed expectations that they have of women as well as feed the sinister aspect of the male psyche that thinks a woman is there is just to be a life support system for a vagina. And sexualize everything that they do to the point where they think they can cat call and treat a woman as nothing but a sex object, which if you wanna piss me off, get that to a woman, I know you feel the same way. And the thing about this that I think is so, so good, I didn't expect what I really kind of was expecting a spoken word kind of thing with a mic. I didn't expect there to be an accompanying musical part or a visual part that we're both captivating. So there's multiple, there's multiple aspects to this that I would love to see this just as a written form with nothing but the word to really ingest what she's saying. Cause there were some times in there that all that was important for you to know in that moment was what she was saying poetically in the line. But then the musicality of it was extremely creative and brilliant. And the visuals for the video were very artistic and accompanying strong. And like most things we see like this, on the one hand, I'm thrilled to see this kind of a message being stated and said in an artistic way. On the other hand, I'm so disappointed to know that so few people will not only not see it, so few people will see it and not understand what she's saying. Oh yeah. Sadly, like the people that need to hear this kind of thing can't understand this. Exactly. It's seeing they won't see, hearing they won't hear. I'm hoping they will, but people that think these certain ways don't have a lot of brain capacity. Yes sadly, sadly what would happen is the men that need to hear this kind of a thing would watch this and what they would be looking at as well. Kalki looks really good in that dress. Yeah. Or they'll go and do the what about is. And they'll be like, yeah, but men also have discriminated. Yeah. And the other thing I was thinking as well, and some of you may comment on this because some people may watch this and go, yeah Kalki be careful you don't bite the hand that feeds you because she is at a place with her stature and her notoriety and her celebrity and her career where she does photo shoots where she does do things that are within the system she is saying you need to be careful of. Yeah. I don't think she cares. No, she shouldn't. And because I know there's other stuff of hers that she's done with other company and she does, she has a couple of these poems. I don't know if they're all about this, but I know she has an AIB video that we obviously haven't watched yet, but it's called AIB Rape Is Your Fault. And it's her. But it's AIB. So it's probably done in a sapphire way. Right, right, right. Obviously, because they don't do stuff like this. No, no, but obviously we haven't watched that one yet. But so I know she's very passionate about this type of stuff as, you know, she should be. Most people should be. And should be at a position where, I mean, that's part of the responsibility of an artist is that you're able to express yourself in artistic ways to express the importance of things that need to be changed in society. And a follower on Instagram, and if you watch and look at her posts, yeah, of course she does modeling shoots and things where she's endorsing products, but I've looked at her stuff. She in no way, shape or form contributes to anything that undermines the power and dignity of a woman. She just doesn't. And nor have we seen that in any of her work. In fact, it's the opposite. Yeah, it's all about. Power of a woman. Exactly. Women are obviously equal and there should be no differentiation between men and women. Yeah, and there shouldn't be, there really shouldn't be this pornographically sexualized imprint on a woman that's placed there by men and some women actually, they give in and cater to that, where a woman should be able to be herself and be beautiful and be sexy without becoming objectified by a man. It's just, it's never a woman's fault with how she, what she wears. It's never a woman's fault with when she's out late. It's never, it's never a woman's fault if she's married and you rape her. And you know what is, that is still a rape. You know what it's comparable to to me? It's comparable to me as somebody going out on the sun without sunscreen and laying out in the sunscreen for 10 hours and blaming the sun for their sunburn. Well, if the sun hadn't been so shiny and bright and alluring, I wouldn't have been out there and exposed myself. No, you were stupid and the burn is all about you. The sun was just being the sun. A woman should be able to be a woman without being objectified or told, yeah, I couldn't help myself. I had to lay out in the sun for 10 hours because it was so gorgeous. It was calling me to do that BS. I trust this, we have no tolerance for patients for men who objectify. No. Yeah, and I love that Kalki did it in a poem form because it's almost a lost art form. Nowadays. It made me want to express myself. She was inspiring me. It's like, dang, it's been a long time since I've been poetic and written stuff in that way. Yeah, it's a lost art form. Dying art from the fact that she wrote this. Yeah. You're so talented in many, many ways. Yeah, she's just great. I love that beat behind it. I think it was intentional that it was supposed to be very catchy. She's telling you these really deep and powerful things, but then it kind of goes back to the printing. Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck. And you're like, ooh, I like that. It's supposed to be comforting to you even though she's telling you. So it's actually, it was quite genius of what she did there. There's actually a play that is about that very same kind of thing. It isn't women's rights and sexualization. It's just, it's about the mechanizations of society and how few people actually kick against the machine. They actually just go into it and get ground up and the machine, but the whole play is functions in the rhythms of the machine. So it's not everybody's cup of tea because they're like, that's going on, but if you know the message, the entire pacing and the structure and the set design and everything is this machine. Very similar to this, where I love the rhythmical connection to the poem because it did convey this machine that's typing and tapping and just brilliant. I thought this was great. Talky would be so fun to talk to. There's so many things that you could talk to her about. Yeah. I just think, Colky, please come on. And I wanna, I know you feel the same way. Boy, would I love to work with her. I would love to do, see and work with this woman. She would be so easy to act with. Yeah. Because she'd be giving you. She gives you so much and you know that anything you give her won't throw her. You, I really would feel completely, like immediately comes to mind as Nwazidim. To work with Nwazidim, you would know he's gonna give you nothing but treasure and anything you give him, he's gonna go with it and give it right back to you. Oh, just great, great stuff. Great artist. Great job. Well done, Colky. Yeah.