I want to make a movie.

There are times that I feel things so viscerally that my emotions seem to threaten to crack open my ribs and crawl out of my chest. 

I experience everything with more fervor than the average person should ever feel. 

Creativity winds itself up within my mind like spools of satin ribbon, sleeping-- sleeping, until the bolts bolt through my hands and nearly make my head burst like a confetti cannon.

I want to make a movie. Film has always, and likely will always, be one of my favourite forms of art. Ideas for something, anything crowd up in my brain. When I fall into particular moods, these ideas are all that exist and if I am unable to get the thoughts out fast enough it seems as if my whole body begins to shake. Bitter envy builds up for a me of any other time that is able to make these visions come true, as though it were really any of our faults.

I also get like this over a good seafood boil, but that's beside the point.