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LOCATION: Stanford, CA
RECORDS: 5
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: September 01, 2010
LOCATION: Stanford, CA
RECORDS: 5
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: September 01, 2010
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A fairy-taleish genesis story for hitRECord, inspired by all of that creative energy going on at SitC (I couldn't help myself!). One day, after school, Tom went to the store, for from the old clerk, he wished to know more 'Bout yesterday's tale of dragons and gore: "Tell me again, Mister, how they would soar!" "Not today, son. This tale is much more than dashing princes slaying beasts who roar. What I speak of now has no base in lore; to enter this world, there's no secret door." "Please, Mister, go on!" Little Tom implored. His chair listed as the old clerk's voice tore... "Back in the year of two-thousand and four, artists of the world were all...rather bored. They died, they sighed, they thirsted, and they snored and fought their demons with a withered sword. Then a young man came and tossed them a cord - 'Pull yourselves up, men - you know you'll feel mort- ified if you spend your life being ignored.' "So they held their brushes - they drank no more! and they hunted until their cameras were sore. Young prince made a site - for treasures to store. The artists dug in and remixed the hoard hearting 'til they could recommend no more. "Their mission is simple - they ask no chore; they live to serve the image and the word." To home, that night, Tom returned with no roar. Mulling the tale, and what was at its core. "The moral - come now - I'll not be a bore..." Tom followed words of a clerk old and poor. Tom banged his fists on Father's Study Door. The door - it opened of its own accord! The room - father and his large easel bore Easel! Where father died, sighed, thirsted, snored... "And what's that beside father's painted board? Why I do believe that's his withered sword! Come father! There's a cure for your snore! From all of your work, you'll find some reward." Clapping dad's shoulder, Tom started to soar! "Be an artist!" he cried, "and hitRECord!" I can't draw for the life of me, so someone use your awesome skills to illustrate. Also, the title is kind of crap, so suggestions are welcome. Cheers! |
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