Sometimes, in my dreams, I find myself in a giant, strange movie theater on the edge of a big cliff. As I was walking into the movie theater, Philip Seymour Hoffman was walking out of it. In this dream, I was already aware that he had died; I walked towards Mr. Hoffman. In passing, I put my hand on his shoulder and said, buddy... He turned to me and said, I know...Im sorry, buddy, then continued walking off, into the lost crowd of souls.
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 21:23:54 +0000
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