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| Blog Name: | London Times LA Moments |
| Url: | http://londontimeslamoments.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | Film, Acting, filmmaking |
| Description: | The untold story now told by a Filmmaker, Producer, Actor, and gypsy... |
| Popularity: | 43 Followers |
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Going Goddess
So after a while, when you're trying to make it through this world as a creative worker-bee, its necessary to take a moment and regroup. My regrouping often requires dancing in front of a mirror like I'm possessed with the entire movie of Breakin to th
So after a while, when you're trying to make it through this world as a creative worker-bee, its necessary to take a moment and regroup. My regrouping often requires dancing in front of a mirror like I'm possessed with the entire movie of Breakin to th
The Guy Who Wrote An Awesome Book
Kissing for a good cause and kissing the author of An Awesome Book, is just simply well Awesome!!! If you haven't bought this prize work for your child or yourself, please do, because it is so very worth it, especially it you have dreams... The gypsy cried when she read it...
Kissing for a good cause and kissing the author of An Awesome Book, is just simply well Awesome!!! If you haven't bought this prize work for your child or yourself, please do, because it is so very worth it, especially it you have dreams... The gypsy cried when she read it...
Basic Space
Act Two.The traveler blinks her eyes repeatedly, questioning the truth of what is behind or in front of the lid... the darkness with just faint traces of color from the light, creeps in and out... Her tiny hands rub out the dizziness, embracing what she's been taught is the land of hidden truth.The search for truth...years, come and go, and her limbs grow like branches, although her journey remains, headed in the direction of North.. She dances through life....the dance turns to running... she is running through life.. At the crossroads of love and deception, she studies the images of both that are identical... Realizing the image of love is deceptive, an
Act Two.The traveler blinks her eyes repeatedly, questioning the truth of what is behind or in front of the lid... the darkness with just faint traces of color from the light, creeps in and out... Her tiny hands rub out the dizziness, embracing what she's been taught is the land of hidden truth.The search for truth...years, come and go, and her limbs grow like branches, although her journey remains, headed in the direction of North.. She dances through life....the dance turns to running... she is running through life.. At the crossroads of love and deception, she studies the images of both that are identical... Realizing the image of love is deceptive, an
One Day
Paris (Aeroplane Remix) - Friendly Fires ft. Au Revoir Simone
Paris (Aeroplane Remix) - Friendly Fires ft. Au Revoir Simone
The Map of My Heart
Act One.We're just two mirrors, reflecting the other... from your world to mine... how many times have I stared into you... using my fingertip to trace your shape above my breast....how many stories and in how many different ways can I retell our navigation ... One mirror reflecting the other... This could be funny... all the ways we reappear... here...there...in every corner of the earth...only to return... to one mirror... reflecting the other... An eternal memory as the compass that brings this traveler closer...The beat in my chest becomes heavier as the journey to half of the source illuminates me.....
Act One.We're just two mirrors, reflecting the other... from your world to mine... how many times have I stared into you... using my fingertip to trace your shape above my breast....how many stories and in how many different ways can I retell our navigation ... One mirror reflecting the other... This could be funny... all the ways we reappear... here...there...in every corner of the earth...only to return... to one mirror... reflecting the other... An eternal memory as the compass that brings this traveler closer...The beat in my chest becomes heavier as the journey to half of the source illuminates me.....
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