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IrmaVep
- UK
- Last Record: 2013-05-23 15:18:13 -0400
- Joined: Jan 03, 2008
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[EDITED: 23/May/2012]
Removing NOTES - I keep losing my text formatting every time I update my album! ...to be continued. :)
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Your kisses are snowflakes: |
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and look, it can also be a bookmark!
as i listened to the horrendous rain outside,
i imagined you here...with me.
(tiny story by greytime)
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He heard everything she said but she never spoke a word. |
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My 6 year old niece helped me with this doodle and ask to put in on "the hit-the-button site" :) I hope she becomes a future HITrecorder!!
This is the version Matt requested without the original text. Original here :http://www.hitrecord.org/records/754447
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I dreamt a dream that you were here, and we were there, and then was now, and now was real. |
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From space she could see everything and touch nothing. |
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Thinking
A tiny story that's actually tiny! Actually this started out as an accident- spilt black india ink and I thought it looked like a 1960s bouffant hairstyle. Also, my hand is there just for perspective
Be scared of monsters (another really tiny story)
So, i thought it would be cool if we could do some tiny stories that convey the spatial tinyness...
Inspired by match by deeasherself. I took the tiny story and made it tinier still.
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Sometimes, I dream of my heart overflowing and spilling all over my shirt. I hope I wear it well.
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He counts your every heartbeat, Knows your every step, Hears your every breath. The greatest lover of your life is Death. |
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Maybe if I turn this way instead,
I might fall into your sleep. I'll tie a sheet-rope to my leg, to stop me if I fall too deep. |
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A rough illustration for Marke's 'Tired' text.
I love this story, the way that it can keep going round and round but only figured out that it reminded me of a zoetrope yesterday - so here it is.
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And when the day is done, I will follow you into the sun.
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When people stopped daring to Dream, the balloons decided to go on Adventures of their own.
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The snowflake sighed and melted when she finally got her first french kiss.
[Thank you, Cacheth, for the amazing rendering!] |
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