She is paid to smile at me...but I pretend she's off-duty.

-Tiny Story by DianeFT

I wrote a little verse for this song. I seriously love this track. I wish it was about three minutes long though. Maybe someone could extend it and add a few more verses. Just a thought.

Here are my lyrics I wrote.

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Sometimes I like to sing when I get fucked up 

Sometimes I like to scream to the heavens above

Sometimes I keep going after I've had enough

Sometimes I feel the weirdest kind of love 

Yeah we're all in love but it's kind of weird

it's kind of weird 

it's kind of weird

love is just so weird

It comes and it goes

It's too much or never shows

it flourishes or never grows 

it nourishes or just lets go

It's kind of weird

it's kind of weird

love is just so weird

Sometimes I feel the weirdest   kind of love

Long time HR! Ive been wanting to get back to recording since I got to spend a couple hours with Liz and Sherb several weeks ago so here goes. I was just testing out my goPro at Universal and figured someone could use this for something on here.

Also, digging the new uploader/layout.

All the layers and laces

perfumes and powders

beads and baubles

hid her from the world

but not from herself

I dreamt a dream that you were here, and we were there, and then was now, and now was real.

Beatiful. Based on alphadragon's amazing work. 

an idea which i shall expand

i'm pretty sure this is not copyright infringement due to U.S. Supreme Court rulings regarding parody/fair use laws...i'm pretty sure it's further protected by the fact that i may be the only one that gets it.

Mixed media: acrylic on canvas and all the fuzzy old photographs I could find.

Here it is, a grand tiny love song mashup made of 11 different great tiny stories! This time I can proudly say that I think the lyrics are awesome... I had to remix the stories so they fit the song, some more than others, but you can find all of them from the resources! 

Enjoy <3

Lyrics:

Have you heard about the right shoe
who left knowing the left shoe was right? (Joab Nevo, The Right Shoe)

Or about the jealous stars who sometimes
cut the power of the city lights? (ubespidermonkey, Jealous Stars)

I know when you asked my hand
I just gave you the finger (Joab Nevo, The Proposal)

And that all of your letters came back
saying "return to sender" (MattConley, Return To Sender)

 -

I didn't know where I stood with you
But I knew it was very far away (emilynava, Where I stand) 

I got tired of being tired of being tired of being
So tired of being tired of being tired of being (Marke, Tired)

- 

But your kisses are snowflakes, each one is unique
Oh how they used to land on me'
Before they melt away and left me cold (blunderandfrightering, Snowflakes.)

Now I'm standing here under this umbrella
And I can do an accapella
And when it pours this song is always yours (KarlaMarie, When it rains)

 -

Can't you see I needed some time away
to remember why I stay (eaneikciv, stay away)

So couldn't we just hibernate?
Oh baby please let's hibernate.
Oh come on babe let's hibernate
Come on babe let's hibernate (mirtle, hibernate)

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'Cause the world ain't made of atoms
it's made of tiny stories (wirrow [I con't know if this is anywhere as a record...])

And this one is ours so baby won't you stay!

 

some of my work with magic and cardistry.

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When I dream I'm a universe... :)

He can't remember how to attatch his arm.

Bit of graphic design I did involving a photo of my hand, a photo of an island I took, and a photo of clouds.

Looking up, in this context, means searching for answers, and more specifically God. I think everyone in life has times when they feel lost and look to some omnipotent force to guide them, and that's what I think this photo is; hundreds of people looking up.

It also has in the middle a mountain in the clouds which one can interpret however they would like. I think of it as a "heaveny" sort of thing, but everyone has different opinions.

Your kisses are snowflakes: each one is unique. They land on me, before they melt away, and leave me cold.

A second take on artanon's tiny story, bringing my earlier release "The Observationist" into the mix.

I really love Macksmalachi's tiny story "the other sister (tiny story remix)". Here's a slightly different take on what was originally intended.

needs a story or another title if you like <3

"The bear sat on his favorite spot, and pondered the universe... Unaware of the role he was about to play".

I can imagine David Attenborough narrating this tiny story.

An illustration I drew, but it needs a tiny story. 

"I do not fear the monsters under my bed. The monsters I fear, are in my head."

just a silly little doodle! if someone could take this idea and execute a lot better than me that would be super cool

i decided to make a song out of the great poem "The Sorrow Bird" by Metaphorest. I hope you enjoy!

I wonder if anyone could animate this somehow if that's at all possible, I really wouldn't know.

This is a video i did in collaboration with a good friends band Zulu Wave

So I'm putting together some songs for my sister to sing on but I decided to upload the instrumental tracks I made. It's total hip hop/pop style which I know it's not the norm for hitrecord but someone might be able to remix it. 

Also this is the first real song that I've recorded since switching over to Logic so the track definitely sounds a lot more crisp than my other songs. 

Enjoy and happy remixing. 

yayy found the original so here is a better scan <3

add a tiny story to her if you like x

Brush pen and ink wash on water color paper.

i stood and watched the final sunset 

as the world was ending. light 

that once would fall was 

now ascending.

Edit: The colouring was okay when I uploaded it [and still is, on my computer] but when I looked at it on another PC, for some reason the colouring was all messed up. So I'm really sorry if it doesn't look good on your monitor. ._.

Text: We never quite understood the things Uncle Ralph told us.

Brush pen and ink wash on watercolor paper.

based on Automagicfied's great illustration

and for all those living with dementia...and their loved-ones

My interpretation of the tiny story about monsters.

I imagined the parents fighting behind the girl's back, thinking she wouldn't hear them, but she does. They will act normal in front of her, but she knows who they really are.