Alright folks. Quiet on the set. Slate. Kill. Ok, 3,2,1.......action. Lights are hot. Cameras roll like heads down a craggy canyon. The action unfolds. The soundguy's shoulders are burning. All night foley parties are fueled by digital recorders and much din. From the outside the studio looks like a warehouse in the dark. On the inside small bricks are being poured. They will harden and then be used to construct a bridge. You, the viewer, will cross this structure. When you get to the other side you shall baptize your journey with alms to the broken toothed beggar with phony crutches. He will be wearing a shirt with the image of either a 16 year old female jogger or of an anaconda eating its tail.
When the lights are out and the clock is ticking, do you long for sleep or do you want to consume from the cup until there is nothing left but sleep?
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