They wanted somebody to go on, , never his way. Never like him.
Now there are not many creators left. They... just take care of that like a modern trashyard.
It's more like compensating for X, Y, Z and minor time. OK. Other ways.
Feels like that lion and monument is a wild wild path and a grizzly. Except the bad rat-pack.
They can fly, bullet and ghost even harmony. Until dad. Or beauty.
When that movie pick her out from a music and her spirit from the movies, it's surely on the blackboard and stoned.
There was not a word. Just a whisper and soon gone.
This is forth of where I was and where I am. Nobody new. Nothing new. I can't hide you.
That's how it is been behind the big stars.
Layed on crush such on cross.
Apatcho Cheied
PS nowhere. Want to make a movie? Something lasting and beautiful?
Remember: The communists failed... the barbarians... even with all journalism and laboratories. And you know this come to you and carry more.
They look now. The same. From martial arts.
Apatcho Cheied
The sky is full of blue holes. I use to say I might pass by some.
SvaraRadera