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Playing with Photoshop. Distributed by Tubemogul.

 Poem: Emily Carmen
Loop: audiotechnica
Narrator: Anchor Mejans
Vocal: innabar
Strings & Mix: Geert Veneklaas

I live from myself like a suitcase,
withdrawing my accessories each day.
When I was younger I used to be less careful: Id swing from rope
to rope, a regular at the circus;
I didnt mind the stumbles,
without a net, the ride was more
The crowd would howl with glee
to watch me lose my grip,
then I would somersault backwards,
into the arms of
Death, but he would never catch me.
Id get up and pack myself back
into my vinyl case,
all ten thousand of me; no
one ever understood, but
my tiny house still stirred
with voices.
I am the center of the earth,
a seed thrust
downward into the dark.
Tomorrow, Ill be a rusty branch, or
a filament of string woven into some
Love birds nest.
Its all the same to me

Formats available: Quicktime (.mov)


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