Blogging since high school and I'll never stop. Something, somewhere needs to be the outlet of my expression. I hope you can see where I'm coming from.
"Like a tiny floret which sparks in a blink. A firework of roses and the night floods in. While opinions matter and fall behind, when the room is empty and had its fill. When all the world is deaf and blind, she loves the dance and dances still."
NOTE: The images are not always mine, but the ideas most certainly are.
What do y'all think about IE going slomo? I think his brilliant quality of movement hasn't changed, but I must say I like him more as a grimy, manly choreographer and performer. Check it out.
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