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[pwnie]

Funny how fast I switched from interest in film to interest in plants. I've become such a nerd. I was on a shoot this afternoon out north of Chapparal on Native lands, between fields of broccoli and cotton, and all I could think of while I ought to have been producing was their ingenious irrigation system or the smectites that must have been

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I care very deeply for you, my dear friend.

[anonymous]

This is not Tom, you can probably guess who I am. I'll give you a hint: I'm not as nice as Brit nor as neurotic as Liz; I have a brand of fucked-up all my own. I didn't read every last drop of this yarn that seems to have descended from that fantastic mind of yours into your fingers. Zip! Off the words go into the cyber-void with whimpering courage, if you can conceive what I mean my that. You see, you've made it difficult to see past this clouded gauze, a facade that coaxes us into comfort and shields you from the pain you feel... or maybe it's more noble than that? Maybe you're shielding us? Well when it comes down to it, you know I'm not the cynic, the asshole/narcissist that I so often seem to be. So here I am, at the witching hour, rambling incoherently about how I am truly this jaded romantic who hides behind the shell of a much harder, colder man. A man who dreams big, who loves his family and friends, who is deathly afraid he is drifting from his ideal self towards becoming the shell. Towards "hollowing-out." I