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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On the days that my mind fades and my smile weakens And patience is a virtue that we have forgotten to keep warm, I make my way into the corners of my heart, Wandering through dusty chambers and unswept veins To find the deepest and darkest crevice in which to rest; It is here that I sit and unfold our memories. I brush off any harsh words that have clung to my coat And wrap myself in our first encounter, The beginnings of love. I take out the soft words one by one and watch the curve of your words tremble As I hold them up to the light. I flick through the album of favourite moments, Recall our matching smiles and conjoined hands. I pick out secret glances and kissed noses from the jumble of affection, Try them on as if they were flannel pajamas and fur winter coats. I cradle the glow of shining eyes and flushed cheeks in my hands; Their warmth creeping into dimples and freckles that have not been embraced or grazed upon in a while. I hold our love close as I remember, not regret. Every morning I make my way into the corners of my heart, And every morning you make your way into its centre, And every morning I wake up and find that I love you more than I did last night. |
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