My eyes can’t take much more.
Overwhelmed. You would be it.
Mercy has been placed between us by the merciful One in the universe.
I’m about to da Vinci this bitch and I’ll make key players into stick figure’s if I feel like it.
Morgan freeman isn’t my narrator—my voice peaks and valleys at the right tone if I fucking feel like it. I have so much b-roll it’s A-Z roll. My footage is measured in meters at this point. I just wanted to capture and that I’ve done. I just wanted to beautify and that I will. Story telling? You’re in it. Breathe in the Nicotine and weed smoke and taste the creative juices. I’ve been running from myself for so long I found myself in all the wrong places; just as expected. The right places found me at ideal times and I made the most out of them.
I’m about to da Vinci this bitch so I can Van Gogh.
Leave a Reply