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Depression/Loneliness, Seeing things that aren't there. Great artwork by Mignonne and hauntingly beautiful music by ChaneleyWelly. 

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VISUAL ARTISTS: Contribute Visuals for hitRECord Around The World.


ANIMATORS: Animate these Visuals.


VOICE OVER ARTISTS: Contribute a Voice Over performance of these two lines:



  • Intro: "And now we bring you stories from hitRECord around the world."

  • Outro: "Thanks for tuning into this installment of hitRECord around the world."


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Thanks!

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Wow, this is really good. Did you really write this?

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What I love most about your style is that you don't care what other people think.

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"No, you don't look THAT fat."

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“ Your momma so fat, when we went to the movies she sat next to everybody” and they were some lucky motherfuckers to have the privilege to sit next to a woman like her.


My momma is so fat that when she laughs all her rolls of flesh shake and crash together truly waves of mirth


and if you got over your fucking


fat shaming head shaking lip pursing bullshit you just might feel that laughter reach from her beautiful toes into the earth and if you you stay extra shhh calm quiet that laughter just might grab your freshman 15 by the hand and start to dance


My momma is so old that she remembers when her twelve drunk neighbors started calling themselves apostles after smoking a few too many and started writing a pretty big bestseller


My momma is so old that she still tears up when she recalls when the dinosaurs moved out of town “such lovely people” she’d say over a melancholy cup of reminiscing tea


My momma is so old that the stories she whispers before we fall asleep aren’t written in any books that still exist


My momma is a goddess.


and if you are lucky enough to behold this woman on the street you better remember what ive said.


Because if you take it into your


pig head


to mock catcall goad prod attack or smirk at her remember this also, if all that world lives in my momma who was created by my star-filled grand momma then imagine just ponder for a moment remember


those two women


made me.

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RE: Future. 


 


Lyrics:


I've seen your future. 


It don't look good to me. 


 


I've seen your future, I've seen your future,


I've seen your future it don't look good!


 


You better watch your step, 


close your eyes, and hold your breath. 


Future comes in many ways, 


Future give me one more day. 


 


I've seen your future.


It don't look good to me.

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The Weapon of Choice Project was conceived to provide a visual demonstration of the power of verbal abuse, and it is meant to provoke a conversation about the problems of domestic violence, child abuse, and bullying.

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dancer drawing (2011)

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My dearest Marie,


I am writing to you from the front.


Actually, I'm writing to you from the back of the front.


Yesterday we advanced midway to the front of the front, but had to retreat.


We took a most circuitous route, which led first near to the side of the front and then we skirted the left edge of the front until we made it back to the back of the front.


I was taken aback and considered it an affront that we wound up in back of the front.


In my haste to make it back to the back of the front, I put my field jacket on backwards...with the front in the back and the back in the front. Ha! It was quite a sight, and the fellows in the back of the front guffawed with much laughter...some right in front of me...and some behind my back...which to them, looked like the front.


Oh well, enough talk of fronts.


And backs.


I wish I were back with you and we were sitting in our front yard. No, wait, our back yard. No, wait once more...our front parlour.  I forgot, do we have a back parlour? If so, maybe we could be sitting back there.


What's new on the homefront?


Please write back.


Yours incessantly,


Fillard 

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