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Lourdes, of Loki - 5 The talk show (part 1)
"And our next guest here tonight, is Dr Lourdes Thiery, miracle working cosmetic surgeon, who has been rejuvenating so many celebs here in the Hollywood and Beverly Hills area, that people are beginning to mistake it for a revolution of magic. A big applause for Dr Lourdes Thiery!"
As the white-teethed Rosalyn Ostrich raised her hand the audience started applauding, I entered the TV studio. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous, after all I've never been on TV before. And going from like no experience to sitting in a plush sofa in a prime time talk show, that was quite a step for yours truly. I've been put in a make-up studio and the make-up I spent hours upon back home had been washed off and redone. As if that annoying li'l gay man wanted to tell me all I knew about applying make-up was all wrong.
Then I had been shown into another, larger room with pink walls and introduced to the other guests at this night's 'Rosalyn9oclok'. There were this woman Elinore Fitzmichael who had
Lourdes, of Loki - part 4 - Look, it's a celeb
As he stepped through the door to the clinic, I could tell that he was still gorgeous. He might be almost 40, but oh dear, oh dear, those swaying hips, those broad shoulders and unruly, chestnut brown hair, fringe hanging somewhat down in his face and emerald eyes glistening like gems in the sun. Those eyes, they were like kryptonite for every girl who thought they had sworn off ogling. Yes, Simon Miner was still a man to look at, that was true. So what he was doing in our clinic had me at loss- first. As in the three or four first milliseconds. Before I remembered where we actually were. In Hollywood. Where vain is definitely the most common vice among the inhibitors.
And no matter that both Christa Carleb and I were ready to fall of our chairs, as Simon Miner strode through our reception hall; he was probably seeing an aging old fart when looking in the mirror in the mornings. (Then again, mirrors and mornings are never a nice combination. I believe even Aphrodite herself shun mirror
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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