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Rochelle Boucher
- Chicago, Illinois
- Last Record: 2013-03-16 03:36:34 +0000
- Joined: Feb 21, 2011
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Hey, hitRECorders! So it's week two of the Dead Horse series, but considering the first week didn't get contibutions (including us!) Matthewsaurus are extending last weeks category, living conditions. We'd love as many stories as possible to see what metaphorical or even literal dead horse tales you guys can come up with. Below is last weeks prompt as a reminder. Rochelle Boucher and Matthewsaurus, here. We've created a weekly collaboration for stories about the idea of beating dead horses and how it can apply to our categories. This weeks being living condition. Think about where you live or have lived. Things you wanted to change, but could never get fixed, i.e. maintenance, noisy neighbors, sloppy roommates, etc. Think about what you have lived in and lived through and use that inspiration to create dead horse tales from it. The description is below and make sure to check out the collaboration. The goal of this collaboration is to input all kinds of stories and tales of beating a dead horse* There are only two rules: 1. The story must be based on the weekly topic 2. The protagonist must be generic (nameless, genderless, etc.) Definition: Beating a Dead Horse - To waste time doing something that has already been attempted. Example: "Do you think it's worth sending my manuscript to other publishers or I am just beating a dead horse?" So, what's your story? Grab a pen and some paper! Fabricate! Illustrate! Enunciate! Theatricate! *The use of an actual dad horse is optional Let's RECord some Dead Horse Tales!
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Hey, hitRECorders! Rochelle Boucher and Matthewsaurus, here. We've created a weekly collaboration for stories about the idea of beating dead hors... |
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The cocoon of yesterday, Made me the butterfly of today. |
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Two years at hitRECord! Here's a little reflection on my two years here and why i've been a little absent of late. Love to you all, and sorry about the lighting!
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I wanted all of you. All the time. It drove me crazy. But I made do with the brief hours we'd be together longing for when I'd see you once more. ... |
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Don't be afraid to fail. Failure just might be success in disguise. |
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*I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been a little crazy with things lately!!! And time just slipped away. Hope your holidays are merry and bright and Santa brings everything you want tonight! <... |
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Here's a song I wrote a couple weeks ago. It's personal, but what better way to bare my soul than to all my best friends here at hitRECord? I've been working with fellow hitrecorder SouthOfNorthDakota to cut a track, but I'd like to open it up to anyone to add on to my vocals. It has sort of a country feel to it, so while prerecorded loops are good, I'm interested in live instruments too. Basic acoustic guitar is most appreciated, but any piano players, violinists, mandolin players, even harmonica maybe. And as always if anyone wants to harmonize, add any vocals on please please feel free! And if you'd just like my lyrics, be my guest. I'd really like to see this song come to life!
Here are the lyrics:
I noticed you on the pavement. I felt so scared, but when you turned I had disappeared, not wanting you to know I was there. I don’t ask for anything, but your smile in return, but my smile feels to far too far to touch you, were you just a lesson to be learned?
Spackled memories paint across my mind, bleeding hearts, waiting hearts biding their time. Was it all a dream I concocted to feel like I meant something? But was it really worth trying?
I stumbled on your pictures, actually I just led myself here. Unlike the pictures in my mind they were so wonderful, so clear. Is it wrong to want anything from you? Just a talk, just a nod, just a promise we’re really not through.
Spackled memories entwine in my soul, bleeding thoughts, terrible thoughts of how love so new could get so old. Was it all a fantasy from the start, but somehow I know we had each other's hearts.
And I know it’s too soon to tell, but I’m dying living in this proverbial hell. I want you to know, that I don’t blame you anymore. I want you to know, I’m still angry, but not crumpled on the floor. I want you to know, I just want to see you again and not run away, like we never happened. We never happened. We happened.
Spackled memories dance in front of me, bleeding time, what is time when you know what it’s like to be happy. Spackled memories live inside in my heart, what is taking chances if you think something is doomed from the start? I saw myself in your eyes, was it just a reflection of when I wouldn't by your side. Not by your side.
Come back, come back just a talk, just a nod, come back, just a smile, just something once in a while. Come back, come back, am I just a crazy fool? But I know I wasn’t crazy when I fell for you. When I fell for you. When I fell for you.
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Love knows no time, Only hearts and minds. |
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When I was younger I believed I could fly. Now that I'm older Well... Not much has changed. |
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For once I’d like to feel normal. Or whatever standard normalcy is in this strange and chaotic world we live in. I’d like to think normal thoughts, eat normal foods, talk to normal p... |
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For once I’d like to be normal. Or whatever standard normalcy is in this strange and chaotic world we live in. I’d like to think normal thoughts, eat normal foods, talk to normal peo... |
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