today i woke up early for the final day of shooting i repeat: THE FINAL DAY OF SHOOTINGwe started off downtown, where i took pictures depicting the form of autism the protagonist pretends to have
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it has been my weakness to support local/struggling bands no matter how much i enjoy their music, or lack-there-of, and now it's your turn to do something for me
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it's been two weeks and i haven't heard that blood curdling meow or had her four tiny paws pressed into my stomach with an urgency to be loved. i don't know where my baby is, but i know i miss her terribly.