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Mark Schlesser
- Portland Oregon
- Last Record: 2013-05-21 10:23:35 +0200
- Joined: Mar 27, 2010
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THANK YOU to all of the writers whose works are included in this book:
(4) Yar Stevns – jstandfird (5) City of the Sky – The New-Age-Thinker (8) The way the story goes – moonbug (13) aka Pamagotchi Pie – curlylips (14) Nevernotwuz – moonbug (16) buttons – RealityBlonde (21) You Bloodsucker! (excerpt) – Neithan (22) We Are Nomads – pixel pilgrim (24) Spool – blbest (26) The Lifespan of a Balloon – hellograce (28) The Very Very Old Old Troll – moonbug (33) Whiches of Stitchtown – moonbug (37) And it was all a dream – RegularJOE/Metaphorest (39) Silence of the Order – Pickle Blossom (42) Ned Needle’s Secret Love for Embroidery – thehidingmushroom (48) I write jokes – tonguecutsparrow (49) Sparrow’s song – moonbug (51) The Universality of Us – phenomenaaa (52) MY heart – tiny story – arit (53) Old Mother Button’s Advice – moonbug (55) At the rate I’m going – tonguecutsparrow (57) Theodore Thimble’s Concern – moonbug/tonguecutsparrow (58) Flying Dream – Metaphorest (61) The Zeppelin Approaches Stitchtown – ManWithHat (63) Tiny Stories – Black Heart – samanthajwyatt (64) More – Metaphorest (65) These wicked things you do - moonbug/Metaphorest (67) By Scissors and Thread – bloemday (68) On the Launching of Stitchtown – DayGlo (73) Farmers Watch Ascent Narative – Sparksee05 (74) Immortal Trees: A Tiny Story – MattConley (78) Last Star – Dan Gordon-Levitt
THANK YOU to all of the hitRECorders whose RECords were REsourced in the making of this book:
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Think it might be a shadowstorm. :)
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When buttons fall off my clothes, I usually don't sew them back on. Perhaps it means they were never meant to be there in the first place.
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Your frail fingers fumbled through bins
of thread wound round small wooden wheels, the silk soft between the wrinkled tips of your index and thumb, the color of the canned plums in t... |
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Got inspired by Moonbug's description of Yarny telling tales to future generations, passing down stories and myths to the children of Stitchtown. Here's just a scene where Yar get's into a little ...
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The City of the Sky, in none but my dreams;
warrant was given to the clouds and the seas, but nothing is owed to imagined things. So there we all sat, staring up, our necks wry... |
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Which is right, Which is wrong?
Whiches wonder all day long. Which is good, Which is bad? Givin’ all the days they had. Which is here, Which is there? Whiches wander ... |
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i'm so honored to be part of the collab 'saving sTiTchToWn'. moonbug was inspired by my apple crumble pie, that he asked me if i could come up with a 'pamagotchi pie'. and here it is. in real-life, i call this "Heaven's Pie." its ingredients are cornflakes toppings, carrot streusel, mango, apple, banana and custard. i don't know if such recipe do exist (but so far, based from my research, no one has ever done this so, yeah, this is one of my successful experiments so far), but if you happen to know one, tell me asap! i'd never thought that it'd come out this goooooooooooood. it's subtly sweet, and the crunch from the cornflakes combined with the creamy texture of the flan/custard plus the softness of the sliced fruits that added to its creaminess, gawd, you'd be wanting for more! best eaten when chilled. :)
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// More random scenes, go! Features Pearl Button, A Random Child, Ned Needle, and Ned Needle's growing headache.
"When I was in school, I thought one of my classmates was a vampire!" |
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I'm sitting in a chair.
It's small. Too small for me. But I rock away in this chair. By the way it's a rocking chair. There's a balloon sitting across from me. Not dir... |
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Silence is the order I am assigned
Create Words do not belong To your tongue Forked Like the roads I travel solemn and silent Between The left The right... |
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it was sam who spotted the speck in the distance, a colorful orb all aglow in the sunlight, as he set down his stool and his bucket, coming back from the barn... |
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they say the town of nevernotwuz
is just a town that never was a work of myth and pure imagining the sun was dazzling on that day the mists had curled a certain way<... |
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Made by hand of brass and wood and steam pull the lever, turn the key. but who among us can still understand our tools and our machines? Ones and zero's |
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We floated
through the cool, black paradise of the stars. We kissed underneath the light of the meteorites. We kissed amongst dreaming nebulae. ... |
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