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alyssa szarkowski
- en route to PLUTO
- Last Record: 2013-05-23 17:46:48 -1000
- Joined: Dec 22, 2009
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album of RECords i'd like to collaborate on.
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As I said after the first time reading it, I absolutely love this rhyming creation myth by wirrow and Metaphorest. Here I've revised it, but my aim was never to alter the story, only t... |
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somewhere... live two stories one of hevn, one of urth, who awake to find they’re hugging with no knowledge of their birth.
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My life didn’t become such a mundane affair until Oliver dumped me.
We used to go on adventures, Oliver and I. Every day was a new kind of journey – into the woods, into the cinema, int... |
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Quietly, wondering eyes gaze upward to the beauty,
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you are waiting in line like you always do, at the bank at the DMV at the movies, only this time you’re holding a jug of milk you won’t drink and a bag of apples, nameless and bland ... |
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A pre-dream dreamer wakens in a haze |
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There was a time when I had a single, clear memory of you I remember the sweetness and the sorrow of that memory But I don’t remember the memory itself The idea of that memory has been whi... |
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This is a piano four hands duet... performed by myself and myself :P hope you enjoy. The contrast between ugly chords and pretty chords is supposed to represent fear and hope. Obviously the song ends with hope.
By the way, this song is centered around one unchanging line (the right hand of the second player... which is the first line you hear). Just in case you were interested.
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"I'll love you for as long as I live. Which is forever." "I don't know... I mean technically you're dead." 'UN-dead. There's a difference." "And you're always... |
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A: Okay, so here's how it works: You step through that door, and you end up back in here, same exact moment you walked in, but with memories of everything you did up to that point. B... |
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As Per Request from MattConley, I think acting classes are more fun than auditions"
"Who's next?" |
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"I hate the phrase, "completely naked"." |
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"I love you."
"Take it back." |
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She sits in her garden night after night Wishing she may and wishing she might Find her sweet lover who was stolen away By a base human princess with her warp... |
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This is the opening paragraph to a book that does not exist. It is precisely 6 sentences long and takes approximately 47 seconds to read. It introduces Miranda Roberts, a 36 year old former mode... |
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I've sat through a thousand other sunsets in my life They've all been beautiful but this one is for you It's warming the air around us while the darkness sets in |
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I don’t hate you for what you did. Yes, it tore me up inside. It blackened my world and turned the lightest of lights into the darkest of nights. I walked with my head down and came out of... |
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i have always found beginnings easier than ends. people talk about loose ends, i imagine them flapping about like undone laces in the wind. i've never liked endings much. the sour feeling when y... |
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what have you done?
you have built with the intention of utopia, euphoria, taking more than you’ll ever need, living beyond your means and snapping greedily ... |
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i might be a crazy dreamer. i might have the stars in my eyes. i might believe the impossible. and think nothing is not worth a try.
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Sunday, You are the little apocalypse You are the worst day ... |
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This is a re-edit of lemon's "Consume Me" text for Voyager. I cut out things that I felt can be conveyed visually and still get the point across. It's difficult to balance wo... |
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If you’re looking for honey don’t search the trees, the bees’ve been dead for centuries and the trees are thick with ghosts.
I couldn’t tell you why ghosts gather at the trees, or how ... |
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And so we fall in love. We look at a singular person and believe that they embody the very essence of the earth. We seem them as an... |
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The Road Not Taken
by Carpe Diem Society member Robert Frost, 1916 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood... |
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Time begins to lose its meaning when you can control it. Hm, maybe control isn't the right word. People already do think they can control time-they talk about saving it, wasting it, using it. Th... |
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Just a little comp I made for the road collab. Not sure what it could be used for. Add some audio, do a reading of something, write a song. Who knows. Either way, hope someone can use it for something.
And I know I use a lot of LizSmalls footage, but that's because she has kick-ass footage. It's a no brainer.
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Apologize to me. Shed your wrongdoings at my feet and allow me to sweep them away. Lest your sins follow you like wolves to this chapel, arm yourself with my hands. I will protect you if you let... |
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