We made a music video... |
...it's Lady Gagas Bad Romance for a Showstudio project. the longer version is the whole song, the short version is 2 minutes because that's the project length. enjoy!
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Posted by on Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:26:00 GMT |
It was Christmas time and we were out of school... |
...free to roam and adventure on our own, for the most part. We lived in that dumpy brown house near the Texaco gas station where my most prominent memories was seeing that big dog get hit by that ca...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:01:00 GMT |
We had no flashlights, no weapons... |
...but we did have a Snickers Bar we found in the woods, carefully placed on some tiny tree branches like it was meant for luring children to the woods and then into the abandoned house. What did we ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Dec 2009 23:49:00 GMT |
The butterfly mass suicide should have been a sign... |
...but all we could do was be stunned at how many there were as they flew around and into our car, splatting all over it, leaving smears of amazingly bright rainbow colors all over the windshield; it ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Oct 2009 01:04:00 GMT |
I knew what we were looking at was a bunch of young men preparing to possibly die... |
...voluntarily. The thought of it made me shiver, or maybe it was the below freezing tempurature creeping into the cab of the truck. We had pulled over on the dark, winding road in order to watch. T...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:10:00 GMT |
There you were, dead on the beach and soaking wet... |
...but you were cute and i felt awful for you. No one would help so we burried you in the dunes like the ranger said to. I left you your sweater and shirt, but i took your fancy necklace in case i fo...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:06:00 GMT |
This isn't a memory... |
...but I wish it was. You, complete with your thick black coat of shiny hair, were walking down the street, minding your own business; your toenails clinking on the sidewalk because you had no opposa...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:14:00 GMT |
I had never been to a school dance... |
...and it would be years before I went again, for good reason. I was talked into going, and it was as I expected. Bad music, 8th graders grinding on each other, and the only boy I liked was outside g...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:53:00 GMT |
It was like pulling teeth to get you to come... |
...but you did. You didn't believe anything we had to say, it was all here say, superstition, you said. We took you outside in the dark to show you, but nothing happened; you gloated. Later that night...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:03:00 GMT |
You came over because you were friends with our friends... |
...but you were a jerk. We didn't like you. We got in trouble because someone left my fathers baby blue spray paint out and even though you had a blue ring around your nostril you said you didn't do i...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Oct 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
