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jared
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- Last Record: 2013-06-11 00:41:28 -0500
- Joined: Jan 04, 2010
- http://jaredgeller.tum...
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I’m watching all of the things you do like: tapping out your ashes, thumbing through a yellow book and drinking out of glasses, |
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Richiemillennium inspired me to take General Apathy & Major Boredom to the next level.
Wordplay a friend (http://hitrecord.org/users/silverladder) thought up: "... My mind is constantly running; constantly playing with words, even when I'm not consciously doing it. No joke. So the phrase 'bowl of oatmeal' was in my head this morning... My mind started messing with the letters in the words and suddenly I thought, 'Owl Of Boatmeal!'"
I like to call the squid Quaken.
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When she died, they took her things: necklace, watch & silver rings. They slid them off with expertise, then took her wallet, phone & keys. <... |
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You wanted to know what it was like here because you've never been around. I have. Well, I am around now, and I wanted to ease your curiosity. Remember how we used to imagine this all the time, man...
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A crackling campfire kaleidoscopes the black with blaze. All else elsewhere is ether. Lit lampish lounges a travelling-type, bedraggled Bedouin of the city-skirting scrublands. His lingering fig... |
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To dear Wirrow and all, I loved this so much, I wanted to write down the words. Some phrases that jumped out at me I wanted to ponder and remember. I thought maybe other hitrecorders would lik... |
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If I get lonely
in a big city I like to ride trains so that I don’t feel so static. I get a ticket for a day maybe a map and just sit going bac... |
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no one was even aware of its existence but when it sounded out we all knew... |
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"You silly boy! What am I going to do with you?!"
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Nothing big
Nothing grand Nothing useful Nothing planned Nothing smart, or at least not very Nothing revolutionary Nothing urgent Nothing hot Maybe quiet |
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I was interested in seeing if I could reRECord some really great text RECords into another text RECord - not something I often think of doing. I bookend-ed this with pieces of "I See Legs", which ...
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no casual grieving, lips on repeat just a nude horizon of seats to welcome your dusk |
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As the thick fog slithers over the ribs of the city
I dream a dream black as liquid midnight, from the fabled mad queen Mab who Mercutio condemned to a mad-hatter’s sanity. And Va... |
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Once upon a time, there was The End.
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For the shadow collab - I love the illustrations by MelonBerri and have blend both of the records together to create shadowland. Hope you guys like !
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“The shadows brim with hidden teeth: Full moon above, gold eyes beneath.” ... |
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In the beginning, there was something. And it was this: A being in the blackness who was bored of being bored. And lonely too. As you would be. For an infinit... |
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(new orleans time) Brick Shit House. We don't remember exactly why we started calling it that. 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 and 5:55 could all be called Brick Shit Hou... |
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originally drew this for the ghosts story, but it had already been printed. would love for someone to come up with a tiny story for this drawing!
was inspired by some old children's picture book
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A first attempt at some writing for a V.O.for Marke's pocket autopsy collab. Thanks Sarahalyse for the idea!
Our pockets purged of daily dirge The primal urge To br... |
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And there was one.
He looks like such a goober.
