It does not matter from where we started, or where we try to go. In the end, we are all alone on time’s highway. Just waiting for someone to pick us up and to take us home…
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It does not matter from where we started, or where we try to go. In the end, we are all alone on time’s highway. Just waiting for someone to pick us up and to take us home…
I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture. View more posts
