hear the mutters of a young child behind me in an unfamiliar dialect of some unfamiliar language all while thinking about the hard times of indie filmmaking.
what is this all for? i am waking up at the crack of dawn to go to the post office to send out quote on quote screener copies of love sick diaries to some quote on quote distribution companies
oh my lord this child diaper needs to be changed a few stops back
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