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witheredwings
- Chicago, IL
- Last Record: 2013-03-22 12:27:19 -0700
- Joined: Dec 27, 2012
- www.withered-wings.tum...
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"Fine then, I shall paint the world as I see it."
(my collabs are glitching until further notice they will be in there record
collabs
by wirrow
BIG NEWS: We're gonna be on TV!
"Hit RECord on TV" is gonna be a new kind of variety show. I'll host the show and also direct our global online community to create short films, live performances, music, animation, conversation, and of course, more! Each episode will be focused on a different theme. And like always, anybody with an internet connection is invited to contribute.
I'm super excited to get started!
Are you RECording?
J
FCP by Dr. Gory
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Let’s run away, away from this void. Take me away into eternal bliss. No matter how far, no matter why. Dear, sweet boy. Take me away, benea... |
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In her dreams she wore flowers that bloomed into stars |
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So funny story... I go to this abandoned place in Rome the other day, famed to have been either an asylum or an orphanage back in the 1700's. I sneak in, even though I see parked cars in front. I go around snapping everything in sight, until I hear some pretty loud voices. Instead of running the other way, I go toward them, ending up in a room with a dozen men with guns. I'm still not very creeped out, I ask in English if they're shooting a movie. Instead they're shooting paper targets. They're obviously Italian, probably military. They tell me not to be afraid and to go up the stairs, watch out for ghosts, one said. Sure, I think, I'm going upstairs where I definitely can't escape. Why not, right? So I go up, taking more and more creepy photos of writings on the walls, graffitti, and seriously disturbed art. When I'm done, I sneak back down, stepping into what looks like one of those places you're not supposed to go, a.k.a. creepy basement. I find a beautiful chest that either looks like a magician's or a slightly small space for cut up heads. Filled with hope, I open it; it's not locked. Sadly, no ghosts hid inside. No heads. Absolutely nothing except for a bunch of leaves. I sneak back out, disappointed. But it's still a funny story, no?
My first video 'appearance' on hitRECord. And showing you all some exceedingly good records. Here's Recognize #4!!
I can't seem to cite CaptClare's tiny story. So for now, here it is:
http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1171891
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Why can't they listen to me? Why can't they see me? Are they ignoring me? But why? What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment? |
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"It's been 5 months." |
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A dream is a story that starts in your heart, not in your head. |
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