Thursday, September 11, 2008

passion presentable

I love listening to people who are passion presentable. I love talking with people who would not and could not ever understand what it means to be an actor in life. They have no comprehension of what that means. I love seeing these people because even when they say things I may not agree with, or do things I could never do, I still would have the kind of respect for them that is of the highest level. Now, if they turn on their word; if they decide to let their word slide at convenient times, then it would be in the best interest of both parties to break away for a spell and let the fire cool out. People of passion never vow anything because they are naturally strong and they think beyond what others may or may not see or be willing to do. They think through a different lens that has various attatchments to increase or decrease the wideness and scope of each shot. To be passion presentable is to enjoy the everyday of being you. 98.2 LLC
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