Keanu Reeves In Details Magazine

My goodness he is gorgeous.

Well there goes the debate of men not being photoshopped as much as women.

There are pics of him with several different women over the past months, but Parker Posey's not one of them. And Chris Klein? Other way round is more like it, Keanu came before Chris, and the original is way hotter and has more charisma than CK.

yeah they made him really skinny - he's not that skinny.

Hey now ... Keanu has ALWAYS been hot. Always has been and always will (I hope)

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keanu reeves has been keeping some secrets a bit too well.

b.t. knew somebody that was in love with some-one her husband actually & he worked with charlise.
she was young the lezbot movie had yet to come to fruitition.
mz theron was gorgeous, beautiful so she (b.t.'s mate) had tantrums daily.
to this day tell me how any married man can justify the sentence, i had to kiss her.
did you sweetie? how many times? retakes, oh lighting has to be fixed, you have to do it again.
do you sweetie? most people are factory workers & are literally kissing ass or floor & you get to kiss charlise, whoever, just 'cos they are seen as the most beautiful woman in the world, oh no how could i possibly be affected, it's art right? (ya paint brush clearly stuck still up ya ass then?) & that 3 second kiss takes 3 days to film, why longer than some romances, give her rose from me, send her a f@cking bouquet.

(oh the studios are hinting at re-makes of coupled classics, oh i see, it's hoe time. & now sweetie i'm so excited i'm squealing. piggy squeal, deligtfully girlish squeal trodden so piggy indignation falsetto darling could be diving to octave, octipy sweetie, you know the sea-events accidents you know blanket all communications but yet if emergence.

i'll start the flower gardning now, shall i? rose petal poison sweetie it's yours. are we feelin' the love, can we draw from this act sweetie, am i even now helping you thespaintise, i am i knew it. do you understand dog yodel 'cos this hi i am not in enjoyment. i see no pet here.)

& it's filmed not even managing the porno section, couldn't even get it right, a 3 day kisser gone wrong not just for family members no the neighbourhood no no the country no THE WORLD. & you get to see them all again, such great pals, deep deep bond. 'cos you're artists right so it's just so fucking art deep, you are the deepeth of art. you get to see them at the local cafe, fish-shop, bump into them after work.

no you say firstclass worldwide escorts hotel & the finest of everything on tap 24 hr tap,(jetlagg right. airports noise, baggage gone, children screaming, you had that right? no limosine collected no luggage you can buy anything you want.) that's your follow-up you call promotion to the kissing scene. & i can either sit at home & dream of your very happiness your very existance having such a boring dismal time 'cos let's face it nobody would want to accept that happiness as they sit watching your movies kissing the latest lead wondering when did he love me the most with her no maybe her & or, or & at what position? & the extra topping part all witnessed in a room full of people, where they lovin' me too?

or i can i ass it worldwide myself with you.

can i stand in line & get your autograph, oh please let me feel that jesus in you.

smile when a stranger says i love him, see in print his every word oh look it says you're a pratt language wide.

would we be at the understanding that very argument could only be backed up by these yes people that surround. the yes people around you not me. i'm surprised you can even see me vultures circling, f.i.b. shooting their zingers, & the idiot treatment from everybody is just bush with cheney graspings.

me sweetie female, d'ya remember me pretty adorable female traits, remember sweetie garlick breath my morning kisses are beautiful as you run my bath as it's easier for me to shout my requests from. & i can't do that without my fresh orange juice, & scrambled eggs on toast.

d'ya remember sweetie why you do this? d'ya remember crappy teachings blah blah wot was that? wake-up for 2 seconds somefink somefink you're going & you'll put a smile on your face too & when you got back you forgot about how really important that 'fret was.

well sweetie it's here the now in all it's glory, facial lines are forming, hands gestulating at nothing, deep 'fought on total blindness at your thoughts.

i am in 'freat, i am freating.

shall i go & kiss another sodamngoodlooking&hespeakstoo for 3 days & sit with your family or theirs, how does that work?/ca.youtube.com/watch?v=GoVeAGaO27I is this modern day synogue shall we have double sessions? you know it's supposed to be free religion so you understand you can't charge people. damn rude.we are not in balance i feel earths vibrations shifting but yet i will plough on through this clearly signs of adddicted to wot & go further into this man-made realm.

are you a closet producer?

of so fucking hystericaly high yodelling is now smashed for ever comedy, you think do ya do you really think there is that realm sweetie?

it's o.k.

i see you mouthing ashen, you thought it was about you. i get that you get that that part i'm receiving the one-way pratt on that one alas you've called soliquy time.

you know can't effing spell it remember it but is shakespeare's in the room still with peroid cod-piece? be.com/watch?v=rnFlHbeNgvA (the fact you forget i never got the whole shakespeare thing, too dark, he didn't really like women, too many portias in his car yard. he was mean, he kept killing off his rejected cast members, romeo, juliet no bending, no living isn't that right pope crap crap? is perturbance.) yet i'm coming back to your realm of producing crap & i'll see your mereit.

you got cash for it, kissing & cash why you expensive whore, oh yeah i'm feeling the art.
the dry humping; i left being filled with art to supersonic time of all travel artisticals, diving straight to this is artsy fartsyland isn't it, this is just gas, let's ask mother? oh yeah she's lovin' this.

this is way funnier than fainting.

this very second i am split personalating as i'm self hiving & yet we both seem to be dear, dumb & blind to it all yet the air of clarity of your position of mummy maunchanhowzen productions you make remains. you are beating mother for funny, just thought i'd warn.

where mother where exactly can we spend his money?

pimp lane, even there i would have no respect. no drug habit, no street beat, not even a whiff of street cred.

b.t. has had many an over-share to contend with. the fresh tropical fruite emergence: there was err' no kiss.

leading me to over-share for charlise really is a beautiful women & she understands that sometimes there can be emotions in all dress un or not.

she can act too. yet i feel she was at her best as the lezbot. as all women over 30 can agree. worldwide that's the b.t. buzz. the sauce. ketchup?

he once served up tea to bruce lee rather well, mother said.
bruce lee was polite but i’m not so sure he agreed. by the time he made the tea, as he had to fight off the other child who was literally hiding in the kitchen cupboards to attack at any time, who could not believe that the god not a THE, was in the loungeroom & all he wanted was tea. there was no time to even make-up a lie for even being in the kitchen cupboards, clearly both boys went freakin' mad. bruce lee next room tea.

both male children as the kettle boiled instead of praising bruce lee in the lounge room decided to hit each other silently in the kitchen, no-way was either of them leaving that kettle unguarded.

then they both tried to hold the tea & cup & saucer jointly. the 2 boy men then dropped the cup. then as they are men & there was 2 of them, they decided to re-do the whole scene again. by the time it was served up, because after the 2nd cup, saucer & splattered tea, covered the kitchen again, brilliance stepped in by form of a mug. so they could thump each other through both doorways. to the loungeroom.

what the boys with no brain cells at all, didn't realise was he mr bruce lee of course heard every thump. & the cry from the boy when he entered the kitchen to find the other boy leaping from the kitchen cupboards 'get the police', he shrieked then just plain smashed him, mr bruce kindly ignored.

they like me, he smiled i was just hopeful. when the 2nd cup hit the floor. i held up my fingers for international sign for peace. mr bruce lee thought i meant 'i will get 2 cups of tea.'

the actual tea was cold, i dread to think of the calibre of tea (it was an american & canadian both thinking they could actually make tea not mud.) & as one server collapsed opposite mr bruce lee, thoughts vibrating around the room, i f@cked up tea with mr bruce lee. yes you really really did, the imploding echoed. the other server concentrated on mr bruce lee god only after being ordered to.

to this day i do not know how this happened but it did. as the server collapsed he somehow took a dive to the side of the double seat. yes ass firmly on seat but somehow flailing body emergance, if only some sort of possession could explain it all away no this was instantaneous self ass to supersonic embarassement of emotion too huge for each individual to fathom or witness all needing, having to look away all knowing any eye-meet could only be instant combustion for all. who knew he had such dancing arms?

to get to such an extreme position of self-bounce for all he did was try to bounce his top half away from the un-magnetted floor, all of us fought time & won. why?

why did we need to fight time we needed it to fathom an understanding on how how did his top half of his body get through the side of the seat, stuffing, material & planks of wood? the flailing fish dance flop was just not needed or wanted by all or any molecule in that room.

yet flip flop flam, =Search&utm_campaign=USCA-TomCruise&gclid=CIvqo8nr-pUCFQ89awod3We1Fg it was then i chose future refugee status change of sex my name now seemingly sam.

we all died a little inside this was not human being this was not fair on any of us. the 2nd server had been overly bullied by the flail summoned courage from his forefathers & decided fairly wasn't the guest really for him?

revenge should have been thick with contempt yet he the 2nd server looked within, (he had to by this time we were all room blind) & leant forward to help the flail, he was the only one in the room that did. 'save yourself' was the only cry i remember from that scene & that was from mother. fortunately he heard & begun the very serious orchestral coronation of tea serving.

(this is so brutal, no king & i gowns, jewels, procession, music nor background, no jeweled vessel either just the last mug not cup as he had partnered in smashing those. oh yes & just to squeeze in further realisation mr cha cha cha had taken time out to meet his dad, take us all out of the equation this was still going back to his dad. who he hadn't seen in awhile. he loved his dad, it was his dad that awed him about the other facets of the gentle man.

i loved his dad to me his dad was mr bruce lee so it came to no surprise to me duh of course they knew each other, monkey see monkey doo. his father had met david susuki too BUT it's crass to mention ELVIS 'COS IT'S NOT MY STORY. blatently obvious to me back then as it is now there was something in the levi's for sure. they all wore their genes very well.)

he actually stepped backwards arms waving widly behind in search of a seat to collapse. i believe by this time all seats were non-negotiable. so he was left collapsed on the floor.

for me hello, my couch, my house, Qcp4Y5v2eGU&feature=related princess of everything like every little girl i didn't quite understand why 2nd server http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=h_y9F5St4j0 hadn't reacted like that over me. ever. com/watch?v=0Ezr_4LtC_w clearly the floor was his. mr bruce lee then noticed an error of seating & shared yes there seemed to be an exercise of some sorts. (yes 2nd server really did serve tea then swap karate with bruce lee, within minutes of fighting off attacker in cupboard get thumped & be thumped at least a ger-million times plus re-decorate the kitchen & hallway with a very warming light brown, the designer in me demanded coffee over-throws to even out tones, so i was placated for the present.) while i digested consumed the following.

as mr bruce lee looked down & down into the contents of his mug he still managed a pleasing "those 2 mouthfulls were" …NO mr bruce lee, please you do not have to finish that sentence. mother told him he'd find the rest of it in the hallway & kitchen when he said goodbye, not that anybody wanted him to leave.

i entertained our guest. as both boy men were shattered, ’cos of course it is exhausting to make one cup o tea. BETWEEN 2. so i think we can agree with mother he served up the tea rather well. i actually didn’t know who he was. v=So4WFFiFiDc&feature=related now i do. up yours world mr bruce lee was in my house on my couch & i didn't serve him tea. i have omitted other rollercoaster highlights due to trauma of un-remote viewing.

yet i have thunked self physchoergononomics, diagnoise roomitus. you have to leave the room at anytime if i'm not entertained.

do any ass infront of me make sure it's a smarty 'cos i'll turn you hoarse just by a nag.

mr bruce lee's visit was the beginning or end of it all. our lives cemented. i am unable to comment further until my shrink & her shrinks return from their extended holiday.

the physchoergononomics of it all.

you are exhausted aren't you? well just once think of the children. 30 yrs on we were there, if survival is victory only i was really victorious but it was because i was silent, i barely moved. as all i could see around like littered soldiers, explosive body behaviour from all. i swear mothers medusa ringlets vanished she looked positively human, soft tone, no shrieks, she was in her best fabric, not stoopid i knew he was a suffink.

he was so still no fuss i don't remember his clothes, clearly he was at ease with fabric because i don't remember any pain so then it was my turn for affects.

i had to create a diversion of some sort of cloning of his behaviour look at me, please look at me, i beg of you, no not look forward to flail, please let second server get over his allergies towards the carpet (spitting towards guests is just rude, throwing extra spit as our guest clearly still seems a little parched, he's talking water, be at one with water, i understood, he needs water to dilute the mud that was served. WELL spitting at the man in place of self suffocation just didn't seem correct.

i think i helped him in his breathing problems, i really do. i know i went beyond.

it would be self flattery to think my quick selfless act was of chief of all medical practises everywhere but i do indulge that it was a deputy of choice.

& with just one look that ordered instant carpet spit or die & don't even think you can let mr bruce lee know your body has any other function than tea serving. to the closing, if you are stupid enough to choose self-suffocation you better be posing alive for our guest...& then the raising of the eyebrow...you part created this, yet he seems to be cruisin' us all. flip just flopped out of the corner of all our eyes, this play must continue there is no time for intervals.

carpet breathe in & be at one like the rest of us.) while i grind his face in it further.http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=UBby9s9ztns

(he gave me no option over the flawless meetings with dame elizabeth taylor. i am blameless in my tiny weeny faultless reaction to his actions at the supposed to be a splendid afternoon tea for our asian@american parched guest.)

i liked him, he sat very well. he seemed relaxed & kind. he loved his wife. he was a family man. he wasn't just normal he was super normal. when he invited us into his home i mentally clutched panda i left big ted for second server as we did share history before this revealing little afternoon tea exploded & i shoved those 2 unexplainables out of the teepee flap & embraced my real family within 8ft & from afar.

he didn't need to know us all together. we could have gone separately, we could have dragged it out for years. visitation rights had emerged by then, i could have just skipped to the local park on a cold windy sunday & shove poor lonely only child in the sand & grab it's monthly visitaton rights.

all i would have to do is waive it around widly & individually, to prove to our guest i was able to work alone.

one thing was very apparant with our guest he was monkey see monkey doo. the man had to be watched then copied.

that's all if he smiles, you smile. COPY not top lip stuck on teeth, forgetting to breathe, HE SEEMS TO BE BREATHING. we may COPY. QUIETLY DON'T GO OVERBOARD. he's making jokes, i will do that for evermore.

his correct behaviour was as funny as sweet as kind to a child & to one who had been attacked in her own home this man hadn't reacted at the servers infact he had smiled & laughed. he had corrected me & 2nd server with warmth & had rightly ignored fish flop. evening out the bully balance which sorely needed exposing.

please understand because this was this i am unable to comment on flips personal account of the grovelling for his humanity back to mr bruce lee after our little afternoon tea surprise because there is no sentence. what could he say? he must have come up with something grovel as i witnessed it from the window.

he was an age-ingualist he chatted with all the ages in the room including us all, some of the time. cha cha cha was a medal owner of cha, cha, cha, in china with the ger-million people=panda's, i'm telling you panda was impressed into stunnedness. this was united panda nations he was just too choked up to say.

at anytime mr cha cha cha could break into song & dance definitely not a warrior a fighter this was a gentle man.

to this day it shames & stupifies me that anybody could think anything else. i knew why the unexplainables & mother were a tad overly excited. he was going to brandish his cha cha cha medals at anytime & hadn't he actually agreed on some kind of re-meeting? the man was a positive party.

as i looked around the room no longer my room but cha cha cha cha cha's i went to offer him my couch but knew i would have to take one foot off 2nd servers head, which was a possible option, he seemed to be gasping for something, his selfish breathing was beginning to offend. yet i knew any disturbance could avert cha cha cha eyes back to me, a chance that was not viable. why? please. fish flop.

don't you understand flopping was directly opposite, i & 2nd server were to cha cha cha's left, mother to right, flip in the middle opposite still flopping. a whole oceanic 8 ft away. the whole time throught out. even if he did manage to flip up & to the side & reverse his torso back through the two planks of wood & stuffing & linen material, this was not sliding nylon this was heavy if not a little suctioned linen in the days where it broke the camels back linen. orange too.

you know the colour off red that is used worldwide to slow down stop. the colour alone indicated may lean on, not go through. you just couldn't miss it but he could & did.

even if he could reverse his own ass actions anything past the chair rest 8ft away mr bruce lee eye-meet...

actual mr bruce lee & you're a boy who could only dream that one day he could maybe audition to be an extra on his set, no way too higher dream, bus boy dare he dream a gofer?

this was his audition & all you can do is fish flop as you are ignored by everybody that loves you.

once. general conenscous was that he should have had the good grace to combust quietly due to dis-belief that his head kept re-visiting the floor perhaps that was his version but no all he could do was think very loudly.

painfully noisy. i cannot or will not share a tortured brain pattern but the words rainbows were simpered at flapping intervals.

are not gonna help you now.

cashing in on anothers rainbows was the least of his problems. he had to get off the floor.

walking talking we can cover later but at least let the man think you can sit upright. i had a feeling he liked all that.

fortunately we do not share any jeans.

nobody was related to that particular denim in the room. at all. ever. no-way is that fish flop genetic never. there is a god. nobody is related to him. it's contained. i felt mr bruce lee understood that & so must you.

that boy that is now a man has reported issues,

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please please leave him be, just leave him be.

i didn't know scarlet o'hara or the scene of her wading through the battered soldiers with just exhaustation to nurse even existed but i realised then it was mine. i was yet to meet cheney & foolish others where things had gone dis-array for them, a discomfort for me of course but this this feeling was unique.

& he hadn't even begun the cha cha cha.

drip drip melodied the tea stained hallway drop drop the kitchen a cappella'd lulling me into realisation. sobbing to myself i knew the sandwiches were never coming, it was never gonna happen...AFTERNOON TEA PEOPLE WAKE UP TO LIFE.

& with JUST a little wittle insy winsy maybe THIS HAD NOT GONE AS ALL HAD HOPED...

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this this was milleniums with the wombles & at anytime sesame street with stevie wondering it were coming to party. last.fm/music/Lenny+Kravitz/_/My+Love i knew top cat chauffered him as mz parker penelope from thunderbirds gently ereased any impending attacks.

this this was fireworks of rainbows, with cornflakes i'm thinking tropical fresh fruit emergence. who needed tea? this this is me in direct contact with fish king & all animal royalty, notifying them of his royal affectness. i know, i could have been slightly perturbed that i even zeroed in on their very existance if there had been time.

i was a human yo-yo. off the couch to offer the couch within seconds back on the couch for stability. if only it was once or twice. when 2nd servers head hit that carpet i took that for balance. & so did he. he knew crisis he did what any broken can do.

i should acknowledge in some angles of hope's reflection, he has been there for me. but why pie why?

we could have just chatted individually in different rooms, why bring in liquid ever why? he really did invite us into his home & i believed everything he said but flip flop flam, name now sam & 2nd server thinks carpet is ham.

another time for dame elizabeth taylor her presence does demand attention to detail.)
even now on reflection i still have the belief of hope for myself & for us all to reflect in the sparkle of hope.

one can only hope. can one be hope? maybe or is it better to shine at arms length from another's MY hope or does one shine due to hope? i have never lived in a hopeless society as there is no such place.

as hope has always be mine.

i feel my vocational earth connecting beliefs at one with everything everywhere at all time for enviromentalist protectionist an extremely viabl..important (my)...MY position of our earths gems...stems from then. maybe maybe not?

never ever in my life has hope been so blatently mine.

you too will agree for later on we all need time to rest i will try & take you back to the two other meetings.

yes not one but two. feeling a bit sweaty are we? over anxious, calm down 'cos you'll need all the back-up you can give yourself 'cos envy is slammin' in. watch?v=xavaLeNhaA8

the after visit & pre-visit were of the opposite. the pre-visit seemed eventless yet it was as powerful & funny & humouress (he re-wrote karate, i had no idea what that was i thought that meant he wrote well & could translate, he was an ex uni student so i thought maybe teacher maybe bit of martial artistical teachings of disco.

didn't dare hope or dream he was real but i understood he had medals in cha, cha, cha. in china, ger-millions in china, he was the best dancer of ger-millions & panda's there were a ger-million panda's back then (total shame on you world for past & present, you don't kill off animal giants. undo it now today, not tomorrow.) of course they needed to dance. he sat very well, his dress superb, somebody loved him, he said he had family, the way he spoke about his wife was just plain true, sweet. video/UWuquRLf/ub40_ub40_kingston_town_music_video/ clearly the man was a cat. a full grown black pantha as i was always in the pink i felt i not them i alone was akin.

we were 2 cats surrounded by ass's.

i found him humourous to perfection to ease his awed audience cat. always.

i liked him alot. i'm actually their child & i accept his wife doesn't remember my birth. for factual proof i will get some sort of genetics off-spring levi's & claim his mental rights.) it was inspiring as it was flattening as the rescuing yes rescuing perfect ceiling reaching right angle moving attic beam kick.

YES. yes. YES. v=iPQ5IVykMIY&feature=related

com/watch?v=0Ezr_4LtC_w. i know you just can't stand it. prepare to overshare more, not now, you need time to balance back, sleep, refresh but you must be warned the family levi epics are always in the background past present & future & soon if you self-permit it too will be yours. back to the dish. i know who needs it now? http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9L5HMSroh4&feature=related