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Where movies and my ego meet. Sunday, September 25, 2011. The Eagle Kevin Macdonald, 2011, UK, USA. Works both as implicit criticism of Gladiator. S historical whitewashing and as a moving sword-and-sandals adventure in its own right. I still havent seen The Last King of Scotland. But Macdonalds State of Play. Built a startlingly intimate atmosphere for a conspiracy thriller, beginning with personal relationships and working outward to ideas about image, idealism and preservation. The Eagle. Answers .CONTENT
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Just me and my random thoughts. Friday, January 07, 2005. Wednesday, December 01, 2004. I Hate Everything about You. Parents who let their children run around stores and restaurants. Pretzel shop coughing his lungs out right in front of me and everyone else around.
Thursday, March 21, 2013. He huffed and puffed like a gazelle he sprinted. The empty road, lights paint streaks of gold. As he ran, no signs of life he sighted. The police he seeks, calamity must be told. His feet were sore from running bare. His temple pounding, his body wear. From lines of clothes he stole a pair. In such event, thievery seemed fair. Turn by turn the streets got wider. Empty cars across they scatter. If he had stopped to ever wonder.
I was at the dollar store and they had popsicle molds for sale.