Having experienced reincarnation and rebirth, keeping all the memories of my previous life- it was highly frightening. I shuddered to think how the orphanage matron would react she'd either harp on about the Good Lord or declare me Satan reborn. She was a flighty bitch at the best of times.Īh, yes you see, I lived in an orphanage.Īpparently, my biological parents had been gunned down, and the hospital staff had to cut me out of her corpse to save my life. My father had enough life left in him to give me a name before he'd shuffled off the mortal coil.Ī horrible tragedy, the matron had told me with as much sympathy as a cat which is about to torture a mouse to death. I was born too early, and they were all sure I would die. Being able to actually remember my first few days of existence, I knew I'd come pretty close.Ĭhoking pains, weakness of breath, and an all encompassing cold with a few, scant moments of reprieve.Īnd yet, I lived on- to everyone's shock and surprise.Ī miracle child, I was called. What the miracle was, exactly, I'd never cared to find out. So, I was shipped off to some middle of nowhere orphanage and forgotten by all who were involved. Just a crime statistic, a halfway interesting survival story shoved into the back of people's minds so they'd live more comfortably.Ī chance to live life without the mental constraints of a child's body. I would be able to quickly rise through the ranks of society and get hailed as a great mind. I was born in the year 1980 in this life. In my previous life, I'd been born this year 1991.Īt first, I'd thought that reincarnation was a non-linear experience, and so assumed there would be another version of me in the world. That was until the accidents began occurring. Kids who bullied me got their pants wet in a way that made them look like they'd soiled their clothes. Things I didn't like sometimes disappeared or were destroyed in some contrived way. The more they occurred, the more I realized that something else was at play. I had my suspicions, but it all seemed circumstantial. My birth in the year 1980, being British, the strange events happening whenever I was particularly emotional- they fit strangely well with a certain plotline from a book series I'd been obsessed with for almost two decades of my previous life. #LAUNCHPAD BY METROGNOME APPLE RINGTONE SERIES# Of course, the confirmation was now right in front of me. #LAUNCHPAD BY METROGNOME APPLE RINGTONE SERIES#.Last we heard from MetroGnome, he was remixing and revamping the Breaking Bad theme song, all decked out in a hazmat suit and racking up more than a million views on YouTube. So New Delhi electronic music composer and producer Adi MetroGnome has smoothed out the edges with his latest remix, turning these looping, five-second jingles into a jam more fit for the nightclub than the nightstand. Whether it’s “Xylophone,” “Opening,” or even “Silk,” there are just no warm, comforting ringtones coming out of your iPhone. They say the first song you hear each morning is what will be stuck in your head all day long, so maybe that’s why everyone’s been in a shitty mood since 2007 - the best part of waking up isn’t Folgers in your cup, it’s turning off those damn iPhone alarm sounds that interrupt your once-peaceful slumber.
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