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Mary-Elizabeth
- being carbon
- Last Record: 2013-05-17 05:28:10 +0100
- Joined: Dec 08, 2011
- twitter@maryer96
Sorry more than 10! Busy weekend! Better description and on time next Sunday!
kind of rough and needs work but just wanted to see how it might sound.
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Tailored to her reclusive natures, she did little to show herself to the suitors awaiting. Burning bridges with gallons of gasoline, not allowing a single kindle to survive. This was her mode of... |
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My last secrectary didn't like me using her as a scratching post. |
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"We got your drug test back...you tested pawsitive for catnip."
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He was sick
She was sicker No additives required No drugs, no liquor. His illness, a broken heart Hers, a broken mind They met uncute and Things would be so... |
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Dragged up from the vault.
Made this one back in 2005.
I didn't realize I had already hit record on this one awhile ago.. Eeek.
for the silhouette collab
This is a painting of the lights on a highway. I like the idea of painting things that are usually only seen through a camera lens.
I thought this might make a really great chorus to a song, or else a tiny story.
(I picture it repeated with long gaps between lines, so the meaning changes each time more is added to the phrase — starting negative, moving to ambivalent, getting nearly nihilistic, but then ending with the hint of redemption. (e.g. "I'm tired." I'm tired of being tired." I'm tired of being tired of being tired." "I'm tired of being tired of being tired of being."))
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Mary Anne was raised by theives, a real bunch of haters but they love her so, for you see she is their little home invader |
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On the bright starry night when the last of us dies The white gates close The Acheron dries
No... |
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Fun little anti-puritanical song. I actually make a fair amount of music, I just don't like most of it. I thought this came out pretty decent though. Credit to my buddy Dana for the string-ish sound, which is an electric guitar being played with a violin bow.
(I might try mixing this again; it sounds fine through my headphones but not so much through my speakers...we'll see)
Lyrics:
Seraphim, cinnamon
Try not a single sin
Cover your eyes and your ears
Touch not the spices
Of everyday vices
No, leave them as formless fears
Shed your morality
Take our mentality
And smile, smile, smile
We’ll be your groomers
Adjust all your humors
Why don’t you just stay a while?
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Suddenly, everything. |
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Cupid was found dead today.
He was shot through the heart
with an arrow.
Serves him right, I suppose.... |
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Just in case anyone had any doubt.
not sure if this was a direction you were looking for...it is actually a pretty cool shot and can go in several directions. tried to go in a poloriodish direction...
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The shadow wished to be a ghost He had a really good plan If queried about his unusual appearance He'd say he got a great tan
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Bumble the Monster rarely came to town, since he knew there weren't many snacks to go around.
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Great white breeding zone, my ass! |
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I'm still in love with my memory of you. |
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Do you think if I'd try to communicate I get anything said because I lost that faith long ago,maybe I never even had that Before you closed the door I said I won't be mis... |
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There is a battle going on today I'm pulling up the ranks but danger crawls along the flanks and these trenches feel like a grave
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As my parents danced to their favourite song Their wrinkles vanished, the grey was gone
Radios are time-machines |
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When they die The ghosts are born When they die The living mourn When they die They celebrate When they die Th... |
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I just heard about your beautiful dog I'm sorry.
And I was told your sweet little kitten has lost an eye I am sorry. ... |
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I am not wishing for anything ever again I am not going to get my hopes up every beautiful summer's day has a nightmare to come. ... |
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made with watercolors :)
my finger ballet drawings remixed in with mirtle's halloween stage fright curtains!
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ghosts hate the silence it reminds them they are dead so when it's deadly quiet they whistle near your head |
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I love when the urge to laugh overcomes her desire to hide her crooked teeth.
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One night, the characters decide to gather together and read some tiny stories....
AND A LOVE STORY
Thanks to my friend, Monkeychow, it's now both dungier and beetleier! And a special thanks to our friend, moonbug, suggested the concept of a musical.
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I lose sleep trying to dream. |
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This one night I was sleeping lying asleep in my bed of softness, with my sheets made of satan. They were so soft like my body. An owl or something was hooting out my window b/c all animals love... |
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“Once there was a little girl, who lived in the darkness, but she knew that no matter what, she always can wait for the night, to catch some stars and have some light, even when it’s... |
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Miriam’s monsters live under her bed, |
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Tell me a lie,I beg you I'll take anything but the truth Tell me the sun's always shining and I'll be smiling make believe will do &nb... |
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the doctor called it cardiac dementia 'cause your love for me is in absentia |
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I've been trying to talk my imaginary friend into breast augmentation. She said I need imagination augmentation. "Touche!" said my other imaginary friend. I hate him and I don't think he really ... |
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(based on CmrGlc's Monsters Cover)
Sometimes in my periphery, the city looks like a cerberus waiting to devour those who dare enter.... |
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What's in hair? When there are so many buds to share.
I don't really want it to rhyme but I can't he... |
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The little corner asked its parent wall, "Why does Maggie only come see me when she's in trouble?" |
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