The monster gets stirred, anxious, and aggressive. I can't at times seem to help this urge inside, this urge to.... screen another film. Don't care about the popcorn, don't care about the soda or raisinets, just give me some more film. Film for the freak inside. What can I say? I can't help myself. Met some other film fans online, interested in Indie Films, Technorati Profile, so we're gonna share our knowledge, and I'll add them to my favorite links. Found some cool stuff on technorati.
In the meantime I slither in the dark, unknown to many. My transgressions few, except for the addiction to film: DVDs, VHS (gasp), 35MM, 16MM, miniDV, just give me some quality stuff, and I'm ready to be awaken. In the meantime I stand, alone, awaiting another Film, another Film Festival, or another.... just any cinematic nourishment..... please, master, FILM!
I'll be back children, but for now my excitement has chilled to a murmur and I sit at rest, shackled in chains for lack of film. I yearn for more SouthSide. REALLY
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