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Category Archives: Shows

Battle of Lund

November 24, 2018by sticscrew

True to tradition, S.T.I.C.S hosted yet another BattleLund, the legendary yearly thai boxing tournament held in the south of Sweden, with fighters going head to head for world champion titles!

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News, Shows, Update

S.T.I.C.S #wocTour

February 6, 2017by sticscrew

For over 13 years they have been performing around the world from Beijing to London, warming up for the likes of Mos Def, Talib Kweli and Amir Sulaiman, but now S.T.I.C.S are finally ready to […]

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S.T.I.C.S Poets LIVE at #MH14

December 12, 2014by sticscrew

S.T.I.C.S were once again invited to perform in the “cage” at the yearly event MusikHjälpen supporting the fight against HIV. We decided to donate a tailormade poem to the non […]

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Poetry, Shows

S.T.I.C.S live with Hässleholms City Orchestra

November 17, 2013by sticscrew

A while back ago STICS were approached by Hässleholms stadsmusikkår which is an orchestra from the city of Hässleholm that every year come together to play a concert for the […]

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S.T.I.C.S supporting Marianne Da Cruz at “Malmö for Diversity”

May 20, 2013by sticscrew

For those who have had enough of the Eurovision Song Contest and are longing for a soulful music experience, we are happy to inform you that S.T.I.C.S will be performing […]

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...mannen... Vad gör du när du börjar vakna under natten, delvis vid samma tid med samma strid och känner att något känns off med ditt liv?
Jag tänker ofta på kassörskan på Ica. Jag tänker ofta om hon skämdes när hon läste på kvittot att jag hade köpt allt som fanns i kassan. Jag undrar hur hon kände sig när väktaren hade heller inget att säga när hon kände sig hotad av att jag frågade henne om hennes frågor.
Känslan, att ha stått I kö under en pandemi för att kunna köpa en lott. Damen framför mig skulle tydligen göra samma sak. Hon vann. Nej alltså hon vann min lott. Hon valde samma siffror som jag hade spelat på sedan 86'. Hon vann.
Jag minns hur hon sa till mig att jag gav dem ansikte, så missförstånd skulle ses som något förväntat. Men jag var förvånad, för varför skulle våran samtal ses som något man inte gjorde?
When a mirror calls his other mirror and says.
Welcome to the month of February. We're challenging everyone out there who is healthy to go donate blood! Blood cannot be artificially made and therefore it can only be given to fellow human beings by good hearted people who DONATE... Don't think of this as a "I'll donate blood because one day I might need blood", but think of this month as a challenge if you're scared of needles, think of this month as a way to do something good for other people, think of this month as a chance to prove to your self that you can help more people than the ones you actually know. Even if you never get to meet that person who you helped, he/she will NEVER forget you and people like you!
I got the message without having to read a text. She taught me about my mistakes, I thanked her deeply. For honestly, between us, what else do I have left.
She just wanted to live simple. No justifications nor desires to deal with the fast life of the city. She wanted to stare at the moon during the night times and ask if rainbows were only seen during the day. She wondered if the moon ever got jealous. For it seemed that lunareclips hidd the secrets behind what seemed to be living within.
After our conversation last night about double standards, she woke up this morning and sent me an invite to like her friend’s page about beauty. I didn’t like it. Because why can’t those that have been knocked down by society stand the ugly truth? I remember standing by her side when she used to look into the mirrors from her right side. She didn’t believe that she was photogenic.
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