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Films and television
25 frames per second
that is my heart rate
pumping frame after frame
through my veins
My eyes are my cameras
it sees things differently
and seeing different things
whether it is from
panning,
tracking,
craning,
tilting,
aperture,
and focus
they see things that
others thought were impossible
My language is film
from yelling action to cut
from telling the actor that they are shiny
to asking about the steadycam rig
It seems strange to others
but for me it is
the language of my home
My brain is a hard drive
of series and movies
Courage the cowardly dog to dude where's my car?
An endless maze constructed of gigabytes and terabytes
forming episode after episode
film after film
Extended and unrated version
of
film after film
At my core is and always will be
film and television
If you can not understand this
let me make it more drastic
If film and television ceased to exist
I would cease to exist
no Highwaytohell
only a bullet on the floor
with a hole through my forhead
and the wall painted another colour
If you don't understand my
love,
fantasy,
passion,
livelihood,
and motivation
for film and television
You do not
will not,
and can not
ever understand me
that is my heart rate
pumping frame after frame
through my veins
My eyes are my cameras
it sees things differently
and seeing different things
whether it is from
panning,
tracking,
craning,
tilting,
aperture,
and focus
they see things that
others thought were impossible
My language is film
from yelling action to cut
from telling the actor that they are shiny
to asking about the steadycam rig
It seems strange to others
but for me it is
the language of my home
My brain is a hard drive
of series and movies
Courage the cowardly dog to dude where's my car?
An endless maze constructed of gigabytes and terabytes
forming episode after episode
film after film
Extended and unrated version
of
film after film
At my core is and always will be
film and television
If you can not understand this
let me make it more drastic
If film and television ceased to exist
I would cease to exist
no Highwaytohell
only a bullet on the floor
with a hole through my forhead
and the wall painted another colour
If you don't understand my
love,
fantasy,
passion,
livelihood,
and motivation
for film and television
You do not
will not,
and can not
ever understand me
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