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Lemons and Lies
alll of them presidents be drawn. A few I kind of cheated on, and one of them isn’t in it’s right spot, but overall I think it was somewhat successful.
I feel like a rubber-band in the hands of a six year old.
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I needed that
This is a star wars musical video I made. The young Frank Crone is sent away from his family because he dissappointed his family, and he seeks to prove to them that he is a real man. When he arrives in corouscant he realizes he was not ready for this kind of a journey. There will be romance. There will be death. Six more episodes to come!
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
MINE, do not do anything illegal to it
copywrited 2010
Instruments Used:
accordion
harmonica
melodica
djemble
Epiphone les paul standard (guitar)
Ibanez bass
beatbox
(make sure you use speakers that can give you bass
Meteor Shower, second stanza
Of course, you were laying there next to me,
waiting for the show.
The openness of your mouth, slightly agog,
was inviting and alluring—dangerous.
I waited for fifteen minutes,
hoping you would say something,
something sweet, that showed your interest
I laid on my side, watching your cheek,
the moonlight that only barely hinted
at the warmness of your flesh.
I had forgotten, the poignancy of swallowing,
the embarrassment of failing to eat a Clementine,
in one big bite.
You were a delicious peach,
and it must’ve taken at least twenty times to approach
what most resembled a pit.
I was tasting your flavors and all but ready to share my own
but you were too busy with the entertainment.
