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Kylier's RECommendations
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i want to make one thing clear. i am not an artist. i don't draw. i don't paint. i don't sing (this is for the best. i promise you.) i don't play an instrument (unless snapping my fingers & clapping counts) i don't write. (i can't stay focused long enough to write a story) i don't know how to operate cameras. i don't edit. (anything, as you may have noticed) but i am a heart(er). i can't offer much to this community. but i offer my support and my heart. always. |
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Whenever their song began to play, Their wrinkles vanished, they lost the grey. An unacknowledged truth, it seems: Radios are time-machines.
------- I still don't think this REmix of jenesaisquoi's Tiny Story "Age eight: a discovery" does the idea jsutic. I think more REmixing is required. |
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This document is our proposal for how to split up the percentages of the Showcased Category that were included in the documentary "Dreams: Cinema of the Subconscious."
Join in the discussion and give us your feedback by April 30th, 2012.
Thanks!
- Quantify My Love [ukulele'd]
Came across Inky's wonderful "Quantify My Love"..I had been playing with alexandriamaillot's "That's Swell" this evening already in a Tiny Song, and thought I would use it to make a slightly bigger song :D
<3
- Ocean de Miel [the atom song]
The old translation brain started whirring before bedtime:
Apologies for mistakes!
Encore éveillée et le monde semble réel
Je suis un lapin dans un océan de miel
Je ne reve pas pour toi
Tu ne reve plus pour moi
Mais je te donne tous mes reves
pour danser ensembles dans les nuages.
Trouve moi, je suis encore la
Au champ, dans l'air, au vent
Trouve moi, et oublie toute ta douleur
Ici, l'ennemi n'existe pas
Je ne reve pas pour toi
Les nuages sont loin d'ici
Mais nous ne mourrons pas
Mon amour, nous sommes l'infini
Nos deux atomes deviennent une bombe
Nos deux atomes deviennent une bombe
Nos deux atomes deviennent un chanson
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sardine people waddled by in the shadow of a tower sky they rushed to ticks & tocks hypnotized greed & clocks but somewhere between the busy amongst the hurried dizzy in a notebook, old and torn a tiny story was born a boy who loved tiny things like a batling with blue wings sat beneath a willow tree and wrote a tiny story he watched a seed become a plant went to a funeral for an ant met a shadow that didn’t listen and a girl with cheeks that glisten he knew a panda who dreamt in color an angel who made people hug each other a dragonfly who didn’t breathe fire and a hummingbird in a choir he danced with dusty streams of light and slept on his closet floor at night but as he wrote these tiny tales a bathtub floated by with sails his tiny stories were alive! and tiny things began to thrive they reached out their little hands and stretched across every land a brand new world came to be where love and joy were free and no matter what your size you’ll be sure to win first prize the little boy stared in awe of all the wonder that he saw amazed by his own imagination that all of this was his creation and soon others came to write which brought the boy great delight together they’d play and roam together they’ve built a home <3 |
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