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Hello, RegularJOE here. HITRECORD is an open collaborative production company, and this website is where we make things together.
Writers, musicians, filmmakers, video editors, animators, illustrators, photographers, photo-shoppers... Wanna work with us?
I direct our community in a variety of collaborations. When one of our productions makes money, we split the profits 50/50 between the company and the contributing artists.
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Often we'd laugh and giggle like unexplainable bliss, a little slip, hit and miss, but quick to cover it up with obliviousness Hush, a pale face turns red and blends in with your lips, an elegant index finger is attracted to the end of your kiss What am I to this? I am the receiver to your amaranth face, gave your heart a taste to knock my dispositions in place Not too loud, not too soft, suspicion raises a disapproving brow, excommunicate us from society 'cause they think we doin' what now? What, how? I hope my reach contacts your cheek at the end of my palm, struggle through the storm and procrastinate the end of this calm We know we're well aware that what we're doin' is wrong, we may not have long untill our feelings are gone Illuminate the soul, so often we'd go... ... done |
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