I'm just throwing ideas onto the Internet because someone might need motivation occasionally. This may go out today, tonight or whenever you are ready to go to Film school. I think it would be a foreign film everywhere. Cannes would be an ideal place to visit someday if you are hungry for a myth. I hear they speak more than one language there.
It would be a film about royal pain and suffering. And enjoyment of life and travel to nowhere except knowledge. I advertised the road. A few learned the hard lessons of slow and quick change. Stuck in the old abandoned theater, a black curtain to hide a dark knowledge. The expectation is we are all distantly related to the Sun, Moon, and obviously Earth.
Making a film can sometimes take your whole life to condense into a feature. Black and white to color and talkies. Now we are in the silicon. Do I need a mountain on the other side of the world grinding into the rivers. It's where I spent my gas money believing in the filling station. If you find a good screen wait in line for the popcorn/maizecorn, nice glasses.
There is no way to make a great music video or extend it out into a dream, but yours was too much fun. I don't know any of the celebrities, not even you. Writer, me, connected to a few classic survivors.
The pigeons like me, I'm not Hemingway. My last book is the next one I write.
Sci-fi looks like a hell I have already explored.
Don't run too much, they may just want you to fall.
I tried to watch for one year, to decide if we exist.
Finally I believe in you...
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