Its so hard to let go of film. Something you can hold, touch,smell. Something to stimulate your senses. This is a practice in control. This is a story. Every day encounters and text. I'll keep wishin.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Sometimes I think of old television westerns. Of all the wildness, the garbage, the testosterone, I could always pour my heart out to you.
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