Under the clear dark sky on top of the summit,
In the icy wind, the druid raised his painted blue hand,
Open your eyes! I said, lift your head out of the sand and open your damn eyes!
I wondered what it feels to eat myself, so I laid down in total darkness and silence, experiencing each cell releasing its energy, letting it flow into my bloodstream, and atrophy into entropy. I baptized myself in the annihilation of my flesh and pool of coagulated black blood under the cold blue moon. Tomorrow I shall start anew, transfigured.
I will chase you from the start of the scene,
So you want to make films. Where to start? Armed with a can-do attitude, you think you’d move to LA, then go big or go home. Whoa, let me stop you right there, my little chum chum. I assume you are young or new to the industry and before you become another drop of water disappearing into the sea of Hollywood, do you have a minute or two to spare?