Child of the earth•°lotus eater•° Planet Saver •° Music Maker•°Prianka (India), Fluroneuro is my brain child whose escapades with electronic music began in 2007 when she discovered Psychedelic trance which allowed her to connect naturally with the earths' frequencies through sound.
FluroNeuro meaning "Fluorescent messages to the Brain" was created with one thing in mind, to take advanced listeners into a mind expanding vortex through eternal time and space eventually leading to the centre of oneself.
FluroNeuro was initiated in 2011 with a group of friends Playing at underground open air parties in forests in and around India and preferred music styles like Dark Psy and Swampy Forest and by 2013 started playing at live gigs and has played opening sets for renowned artists like Protonica ,Sanathana, Kannibal Holocaust , Jangaramongara, Teo to name a few.
Using her signature transitioning style, Fluroneuro brings to us music that can be characterised, as atmospheric, tribal, deep and sometimes "organic", blending psychedelia with her own flavour of Dark, focusing more on the twisted sounds of the magical forest.
Fluroneuro currently plays for Dynamic Rhythm [IN] & PlasmaSphere Productions [IN] & Dark Minds Records [MX]
"At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening."
— Unknown (to me)
"In Shamanic understanding, all words are spells. Everything we think or say cascades into reality. When I repeat to myself the thought that I’m not that smart, or beautiful, or deserving, I’m literally cursing myself. Those thoughts go out into the world and bring me situations and outcomes that prove the thoughts. Let’s watch our words today and become aware of how words affect our bodies and our lives.. -Mia Genis"
— (via magickkitchen)
"we are in bed together
and we don’t care
— Charles Bukowski (via zeppelin-child)
And if words are just hollow birds
What would they do about this absolute total fantasy? When the moon found the sun he looked like he was barely hanging on but her eyes saved his life In the middle of summer.
I want to meet you at the intersection of our imagination , go on an expedition beyond our conscious forms , exchanging energies exploring cosmic mists, under muliticoloured skies.
Now lying in the atmosphere, I watch the rain ; its waters interlacing the top soil, dissolving with the night. Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia where time is never time at all.
Where Our Imaginations Meet
I want to get lost within you, travel into the deep recesses of your mind, gain access to nibble the skin on your neck. Find the space connecting our souls, and sow sunflowers and raspberries and patterns of all kinds. We’ll shower it with rain flowing out from our eyes°•Fluro°•
and watch it grow beautifully while finding reasons for us to stay. These bottled up emotions cannot be labelled or filed away in a cabinet because its volcanic and erupting and, leaving would be convenient; even though we seem reluctant.
"I remember the time
when you complained that
I never write about you or
for you because you never
see your name written in
stanzas or paragraphs that
I write. If there is something
I should apologize for,
it’s being selfish and hiding
you from the world."
— (via shamefulwritings)
is better than
in the market."
— And I have it for free (s.)
"I want to travel with you; get lost within you,
and find spaces to seed things like sunflowers on it.
I’ll shower it with rain flowing out from my eyes
and watch it grow beautifully until I have reasons for you to stay,
so leaving would not be convenient for both of us."
— I (k.a.)
"Most of the people
don’t have the strength
to muster up the word
Most of them,
just leave with no portent;
leaving you damaged and broken."
— why i hate people (c.)
Dark Secret <shameful writings>
There’s a warm liquid feeling manifesting itself inside me.
Waves of raw emotion engulf me in an infinite aqueous sea.
Joy and confusion of the inevitable future melt together with despair and longing for a mysterious new passion.
Maybe these unclassifiable emotions are wrong. Maybe my feelings for you are just mine alone to change.
My mind feels numb to a nostalgic song while I let myself evaporate, in the flames of this dark secret tragedy.
This feeling, is not love but more deep and rising within a volcanic void of sweet tasting emotion.
I will write hundred letters for you,
but I won’t send them to your address.
I will sing different songs for you,
but you won’t even have the chance to hear each.
I will let your name live in my poems but you will never know they exist.
This is how I will love you.
I will be your lover, but I will be the only one to know.
I will be your lover, but you won’t be hearing me uttering your name in my sleep.
I will hide what I feel from you, and will let it linger on my coffee stained journals.
I will secretly love you, and this would be my game.
I guess this would be the easiest and safest way."
— Bottled feelings (a.j.)