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mommylovesstarwars
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- Last Record: 2012-10-07 22:07:46 -0700
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This was written on the bus in about 20 minutes. Who knows.
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The haenyo are the mermaids of South Korea's Jeju Island. They are female skin divers who at their peak were some of the top earners for the island. The tradition is dying out and th... |
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The waitress was young and looked frazzled when I came back into the restaurant. I slipped a ten into her hand, "I'm sorry, my mom has brain tumors and they're making her a little nuts.&nb... |
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Do you remember the night We all had too much wine And spoke of kings and songs And all our favorite lines?
A storm rolled into... |
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This is rough. I'm in the middle re-recording and editing several of these. I wanted to post this in hopes that some RECorders would post their own video stories for me to add. I'm trying to keep them under about a minute and a half long. Also, if anyone has a suggestion for a song or image for title credits (I stink at credits). Hopefully I'll have a better version up in a couple of weeks.
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I still remember the first time I saw Charlie Chaplin. My father snuck me out of bed saying, "I want to show you something." In the cool dark of our living room I sat on my father's ... |
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This is the siren song of the morning. A percolating heartbeat pulling me from soft dreams. It is an enforced patience to start the day. A lesson in slowing down and savoring.&... |
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She laughed, her hand in the hollow of his hip. He smiled into the seashell of her ear and whispered, "Lovers should always laugh. Sex is too sweet to take too seriously." |
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6 years ago I had a good job. I had a house. Cable. A nice car.
I worked ridiculous hours as a video editor (and had no insurance inspite o... |
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When summer begins bleeding into fall The spiders webs stand out Wrapped in dewy relief The gentle end of it all.
When I wake o... |
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While others planted seeds and grew flowers, she planted stars and grew galaxies. |
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Once there was a mother with no child. Every night she would speak a name out to the black sky. She would ask the vastness for a child, healthy as a mountain, sweet as... |
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