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Jesterlady
Released 2010-09-18 03:12:52 +0100

Ten more for this week. Oh, it's hard to keep it to ten.

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Dear HitRECorders,
I think I may be the only kid willing to turn such a simple chore into a production :P. But I’ve been waiting since the 8th grade to do what I just did. I think I might have to miss out on HitRECord until about november(This was the least fun sentence to write in the history of sentences) I’m gonna be away from my favorite “studio” and I think I have to focus on this whole foreign growing up concept as well as discovering what its like to be young and stupid! :)
But as I remember November is a pretty epic month for HitRecord and I’m really really excited to come back share my favorite things with you guys. And I wanted to give a really big little thank you to everyone of you guys. All of you fascinate me on a daily basis, and I love it! I’ll admit I was a little bitter when my age was the only thing in my way of going to the summer in the city spectacle. But that bitterness literally lasted 10 15 seconds tops. As soon as I saw the professionalism and creative geniusness that came on the screen I was just flabbergasted.
And I realized I’m not quite ready to meet all you guys. I would be too nervous and intimidated :). Everyone is soo fantastic at what they do. And I can’t wait to reach that level with my little experiments. I feel like this place finally gave me the little shove to continually want to grow and push myself an inch or two further. So Thank you!, I no longer have that one word definition of what I do or who I want to be. There’s a whole bunch of words and descriptions. And its the best feeling since I decided to take on this little art phase. So THANK YOU Thank You thank you! :) So I’m gonna start this little person revolution of mine. I really hope to make you guys proud. Please don’t forget about me :), I’ll be back in November ready to work!
Lots and Lots of Love multiplied by 2 billion and 1,
Bree♥
2010-09-09 21:11:23 +0100
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2010-09-13 00:26:57 +0100
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2010-09-13 02:23:54 +0100
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RMS Lula's Misadventurous Arrival in Sellosedge: Being a side-tale of the Universe of Morgan M. Morgansen and relating backstory of the Zeppelin Zoo and the purrbeast.

Zepmaster Bryce By...
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by ntheon
2010-02-28 06:59:09 +0000
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Simply put, this is it. You are the metronome at which I pull off my greatest stunts. The sandpaper skin that so effortlessly bleaches me time and again and. A phoenix is a breath that I swallow. I shall not shall not speak shall not shall silence myself for fear of. Heimlich, under the ribs. You rip apart the circus to find me in the lions mouth, my doughy head waiting with the burnt down candle. I say: I have cold limbs, there is a frost in me. Time and again and. Find me locked in the cupboard, picturing your figure in the darkness. Picture me the pendulum swinging, soggy with a magpie desire, pecking at you through the crack in the wall. I say: its like chasing it all away only to find its your own tail.


 


Simply put, this is the first time. I am maddening in the dark, somewhere between what I have known and the thick ink strokes of your bloated bellies, the equivalent of pickled foetuses. I dont know the force of your sleeping elbow, or how the Dutch sunflowers rotund with confidence feel in my hand, but I am willing to search these things out. I am sunk on the pavement, counting birds, drawing numbers, pulling at my voice as if it is a tough weed. You are leaning, taking in the atmosphere like a shadow, pulling your hat down over, what you later call, newly born eyes, as I expand like the belly of a frog.


 


Simply put, that was the first of many. You are red wine, you are everything has punctuation, here. You are like the olden days. When I talk about you, there is a note of nostalgia. I could swear its raining. Like buckets. Cartoon rain clouds. I say: we are sacks of flour, knees bent, arms stretched. Six million tons of steel rotated fast enough and a stomach of magma. Simply put, this is it.

by tori
2009-03-23 16:38:44 +0000
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From "The Greatest Party Ever" by Tim and the Space Cadets (me.) I feel like a lot can be played with in the outro of this song. Or it could be the backing track for something uplifting.
2010-09-15 14:04:20 +0100
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Suggestion!

Is it possible that we might devise a system that one might be able to keep track of records upon which one has commented? I'm having a devil of a time keeping up with record...
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2010-09-05 01:31:34 +0100
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Alive
thanks to wirrow and toss (for the perfect morning.)
by via
2010-09-15 17:50:01 +0100
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