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OH... IT NEVER ENDS
Our Story
You never know if he listens to your prayer or if it ever comes on time. Was it one of his affiliates that checked in or the Almighty himself? Who are you saving by layer, dimensions, black holes, and the vortex if you can’t save yourselves and the request for the other when they are never around? Nothing is for sure, and time can’t explain OH... IT NEVER ends when you call his name.
The Breakdown
Looming around on any matter, he’s delivering a worldwide summary and diagnosis on everything to the full extent
The Doctor's Note
Therefore, please tune up your psyche and don’t expect to see any of him as the portal requires no heartbeat or pulse. Enjoy life to the full extent and embrace why you were born. We all prioritize channelling our efforts to reach our goal and create our legacy, and we soar out, destined to achieve greatness. Actions speak louder than words, so know when to keep yourself out of the spotlight to analyze and investigate, by taking notes and making reference to everything that comes out of your voice box that sets the tone, rhythm and base of soft and gentle, frustrated and sketchy or overblown and too loud. We are from many cultures and follow various religions. However, we were never in sync when the world was divided by the seed of peace smashed out by our differences in beliefs, opinions and techniques, constantly judged by the other’s eyes watching and schemes to cover up from the other person’s mind. Don’t forget to watch the evaluation on the film project page, as I’m going around in circles, never seeing you all straight.
Solo Artist: Marco Ashley Dixon’s All Exclusive Notes
Speaking out and playing with words changed the mood of your workday, which was set for one of the seven days. How do you handle it when OH is the one holding everything up, crafting a statement or phrase that keeps you bottled up inside? What is the word that opens the door for you to walk into the rehab centre or call the toll-free support hotline, spending hours trying to ask a question? Creating this film explains it all, as the one we want a voice from is never face-to-face with us. Here, they release the report and an analytical chart of the time wasted asking for their help. So I introduce the all-mighty one, revealing the side of life you never see. While spinning out his eight-track and global social media posts, we’re receiving the roots and core of life’s disagreements as the souls in every living body keep spilling out the tagline, erasing our ability to save ourselves, lost in a dimension of limbo, a black hole or vortex, manipulated into the illusion we call reality, which is fake and made up to avoid the fundamental factors of reaching our goals and understanding the signed motives of how we are meant to survive—with a pulse and heartbeat rather than a flatline, covered up under layers of Mother Nature carrying on until you sign up to breathe again. Did your OMG ring his bell or toss you aside to deliver an answer to what is real and fake? OH… IT NEVER ENDS, so let’s watch and see where you align in the tree of life, the fountain of youth, and Earth’s list of working souls.
Dialling out,
Producer, Director, Writer, Cinematographer, Editor:
Marco Ashley Dixon
MY SOLO OF OH… THE ALL-INCLUSIVE CEO FISH EYES IN A GLASS OF WATER OF OH… IT NEVER ENDS. “OMG PLEASE DELETE”
Who works with the dead to stay alive? How many ghosts collaborate and forge the chain-locked friendship in holding a burning flame? Soul survivors rarely unite, but when they share the same faith, there is a rebirth within the bonded group and a cultivation of sending out each other’s extensions. They become an extra heartbeat in their lives and experiences. How do the dead work together to express life when a scatter pulse, double vision, and the expertise drop them in the identical glass of illusion?
Everyone challenges you in some way. How do you deliver back and play them as a fool, contradicting the worldwide infection of OH… IT NEVER ENDS? Is it someone dead speaking to you, or more than one dead speaking to each other? What’s the noise? Who is calling when the wire is cut? There is too much to say: the feed and exposure in Formula One under the spotlight and mixed propaganda, where every piece of you is altered to their obligations.
When two dead give their analysis and the body of spilled water from the glass that holds everything, to answer it yourself: have you passed the test, exam, puzzle, or maze, or back to OH…? It Never Ends? Looming around, an intuition and instinct cross-surge as the internal energy calls each other out; everyone looking at us is on the burn list when nothing new is heard, and they keep going nowhere, so let me introduce the other half that came out to play with me, who spoke to the one I created and interviewed long ago one my third time out in the close on how he looks at us and what’s yet to come. Everyone holds a spotlight and an image. Why is it that anytime we die, everyone who knew us hops on the breaking point train ride?
We all have a story to tell. In today’s level of accepting what is said, no one actually listens; they shut out the one talking, hypnotized by the manipulation of trusting the liar and thief rather than trusting themselves and reading the fine print. All is a maze when the whispers are passed over to you.
OH… jumped out of the bag or bowl of content with so many phrases that currently make people a robot, so I turned myself into God and gave back to everyone, crying out for them to save themselves with no direction. The biggest one is OMG, so can you wipe that out of your mind or is that the only tagline you please a legion to that brightens you up, or let’s Fear dnd death knock on your door, signing a contract to drive you crazy?
At first, it was only an inception of brain waves modulating a sequence in my head. The text rapidly reeled in as I talked to myself on the bus, until I touched the keyboard and saved the dialogue and the mountains of paragraphs about what OH was saying to me. Every time I said, “OH…,” a fresh, raw, and common phrase asked me to interpret and decipher what it actually meant. Twenty-one titles emerged with OH tied to my neck, interrogating me to deliver the body of OH and give it an ID. The premonition came to me as the words kept popping out, one after the other, creating a visual concept that aligned with my mind before it hit the computer and was saved as a file and record of data.
It’s rare to have the one who made me be my composer as her sounds spoke to me like an inner message in sync with the dialogue. Baking in her for nine months, I listened to all the music she made or partied to. Though when she took on making my music and score, I dropped into a cocoon space where she pulled me out of myself, connecting the dots to the frequency of sound waves, tones, rhythm, and beats with an edge that hypnotized the film reel and spoken words. Branka Mihajlovic is an astonishing musician with incredible technique and a self-built, complex web of strategy, where each note is tied to a part of the dialogue or visual sequence drifting in motion. My mother, Branka Mihajlovic, bounces her fingers on the keyboard in relation to the piano, where she masters the level of sound by repartitioning the acoustic intervals, making you levitate and think you are the one character acting it out in the picture, strolling through a motion in time.
With time always playing with me and never knowing when a seizure would break out and drop me flat, shaking on the ground, wiping out my mother, Branka Mihajlovic traded her work hours as my accessibility care taker and class assistant, taking my notes, bringing me up to date when I collapsed and woke up to finished the project and spent hours understand what I had to learn and pass in my last two years of MOPA at Capilano University when this project went through. It was hard for me to be constantly left out and taken for granted by my cohort, who treated me like a fool and tried to shut me out. But I combated back at them, making OH… IT NEVER ENDS, and I held for twenty years in the film industry, working on-set experience in film and TV series experience and remotely reached the top of the list with my levels of intellect, study, and the cinematic code of burning out the competitor.
It was Michael Thoma who let me back in twelve years after I had a health issue and was required to recover in 2009, back at it in the final year 4 in 2023. It was Dwayne Beaver I presented it to, who approved the script and linked me to my mentors, William Morrison and Craig March, and my hard-developed question in the script and the original first chapter text that attracted them with the raw and original statements that started the poker game, a straight conversation, a world of secret information that only was exposed to my eyes and brain being for being one who honoured the film conduct and brought the protocol and standards to their studio from my times on many films and tv show hours on camera or behind the scenes. Once the film played at my grad gala, I received the initial secret film student pass, the double-finger taps and low inner-voice whispers behind my back about Michael Thoma’s signature on me, an astonishingly outstanding film delivered by an original filmmaker’s approval through his eye as a master of cinema in disguise. It’s his graduation to the one who takes him by surprise and delivers the unexpected of what he thought was coming his way.
What made me realize I was a real filmmaker to him was that he was writing a book called THE AESTHETIC OF THE AESTHETIC: ON THE PURPOSE OF TRUTH THROUGH ILLUSION, at the same time I was writing my book, OH… IT NEVER ENDS. Unknown to me, it was on the verge of release, and when I got a copy, I was talking about the same topics, issues, and loads of data and questions laid out in my film and scattered through my chapters under the same genres of philosophy and art. I handed him what he said, which I captured and exposed in my movie, and he never saw it more than once, anywhere else, remodified or duplicated from what was already made and produced in film since it started in 1919.
Dwayne Beaver, who is the head of class Project # 5 - MOPA 410, is the professor who analyzes you in silence. You have to grab his attention not as a student but as someone already in the industry who knows how to attain the spotlight and stand up without Fear to present to him who you want to be. I go in straight, chisels out the bags of wasted time and loads of shit that mean nothing and turn on my chat box on what’s going on now. My story started when I was in creative writing back in 2016-2022, and I put him under the bus when I gave my interpretation of what OH really meant. He guided me in sharing the data on what to leave out and where I needed to go deeper to extract the limelight of blasting out the shockwave. What was originally five pages stretched to ten. He handed me over to William Morrison, giving it to me as my solo project to mark under my business name, Naked Lenny Media, which emerged from my profile project to create my image during my Bachelor of Performing Arts in 2019-2020
Now carry the weight of the data under heavy secret over to William; he was my eyes in the cinematic universe, giving me all the confidential particulars on what to purchase for Cinematography and the links to finding stock footage, as the project was all-out Green Screen. Will expanded my timeline web wall to an arched alignment, being face-to-face with my required tasks, set goals in the format of binary, Morse code, and dial tones of connected whispers in the shadows of personal shared messages to each other, and a few-day field trips to his place and areas in the district sectors of Vancouver, and North Vancouver to bring to light the storyboard with extended notes. He was my cameraman and brought his animation student to join my crew, since none of the fourth-year cohort signed up to work with me. William worked his heart out to make sure I had everything above my required spot in the production, and we both blended into the location and made it seem that nothing was rolling. It was the one project out of the complete list required to be made that never had a set assembled or built, and we worked with our bodies more freely than being placed in one built, closing in on us where we just were ourselves playing with how the dialogue asked us to move around, freeze and turn to.
Craig March goes in-depth with an accurate analysis who as an actor/ producer and director, he takes me to areas in BC by asking me to do something alone, or even when he was close by, that hide something for me to unlock and decipher, which speak about death, the dead zone of limbo, and an overstressed period of taking yourself to the full extent and all out. He threw the premise of my script at me and told me to relocate it somewhere else. In a dream the night after I saw and spoke with Craig March, I met him on Horseshoe Bay when my dad, Craig Ray Dixon, took me for my road trip with him. He encouraged me to find it myself via solo and tell him what it meant. Like at Horseshoe Bay, with everyone using timed tickets and the amount of work you, me, or anyone as a citizen has to do, we drain ourselves out and begin to split in two. I worked as his personal assistant at the ferry terminal and through the social and entertainment sector to pick up on everyone’s energies as a ghost to create my text on what I felt, and also wait, it said to me on the train ride of anxiety when the OMG rang in my focal point, asking myself why I call it. I placed myself in the shadows and made it seem as if I were never there.
In 2023, Anish Kumar auditioned for one of my three Project 5 film productions to earn an acting role in the 4th Year of the Bachelor’s Program in Motion Picture Arts. He was already cast in “Stand In,” where my role was as a crew member in the lighting and grip department, ensuring the lighting was accurate and reached the exact point that exposed the store. Before that, I had twenty-five years of on—set experience, starting in 1987, working on film and TV projects, and the structure, theories, and multiple practices I learned from many industry professionals stayed with me like glue. An intuition and Morse code beacon came to me, emerging an instinct to ask him to take the required role in “OH… IT NEVER ENDS”. We exchanged a lot of conversation and became identical in each other’s minds through the paired events in life. Interviewing him, I unlocked a deep secret never shared in public when I revealed I live with epilepsy, I’ve been pronounced dead four times and placed in limbo, consuming something within me that tore out my psyche. He told me his story and experience close to where I lived that took his soul, put him in a near-death experience on the train ride through the rail tracks of cargo trains in North Vancouver. He was stuck between two corridors that had smashed together and thrown him out, flying and landing broken, as his friends and co-workers caught the footage and thought he’d never survive. He cocooned into a self-shielded body and being the only one on the train in that dead spot, something ejected him out of the train, making him land past the crash, finding himself waking up in the hospital, his heartbeat and pulse restarting from the coma of saying goodbye and dying out to speaking again and becoming who he is today. We hugged, shook hands, smashed heads, saw eye to eye like each other, on the same issue and created a trust between us — a brotherhood — as creative performers and soul survivors, spilling out what it really means to the word ‘Oh’ and the tagline ‘It never ends,’ which was the Morse code tagline OH… My GOD. Our ballot worked by giving it to you from the heart of the green screen, using what was already there, many levels beyond what you can understand. We both died and returned to you, reporting on what everyone asks way too much for and has an affair with, having not been able to delete from their minds. Once he read my script, it woke him up, as my words filled in what was missing inside him, and we worked solo, never exposing a thing to anyone, creating the gala screening. I showed him the secret triangle of cinema—what it takes to make the role. In two of the twelve shorts, he opened his door and came out two ways.
The hardest was turning back to the same spot, which made him think about who he was and the kind of forgotten person no one cared for, shut out, or tried to eliminate from being close to, as they felt he was no one. By bringing in the drought of despair and the emotional list moods, he broke the actor’s code. He turned himself into God preforming the analysis and report humanity, like I did for someone else, where we just lay next to each other, feeling like the same person, ready to let out the message told to us, becoming God’s affiliates that no one ever heard still holding a heartbeat and letting their personality control them rather than creating your own party that no one can break and stand up human against those who pay you as a fool. My heart goes out to Anish Kumar, who proved he knew how to act, playing my God and finally a rebirther, by putting himself out there as the one we all call out for, being himself to the full extent. It was Lloyd Hanninnen who initiated the story with me right in front of his experience of getting his reproductives smashed over the rapid high speed bus ride going over speed bumps and calling OMG how do I save myself and never feel this pain when I replied “Memorized where the speed bumps are in the city bus rides, prepare your mind and raise you waist on level higher until you’ve surpassed the cleared zone and sit like usual where you’ll never feel a thing. He replied, “Oh, thank you, God”. That’s how my critical thinking of creative writing and breaking up commonly used words brings out the next one standing in line, which means it is identical to a deeper level of literary meaning, taking out the required social posts everyone keeps living on and making everyone ask themselves the exact question God would ask them to answer it to see where their mentality sits, stands to reply moving off the word OH… Now I have to wait and see, even though I’m never around, did what I said give you a detox or keep you bottled up inside? Take on the sauna, massage, and spa treatment, and read you twenty more infections of OH that construct the silent facial expressions and what everyone blinds themselves to in dealing with common sense. Please wake up and see which mood you walk into after I spill the beans to reveal the first chapter of what you’re about to see! I’m floating around, so drop in and tell me what OH says to you. I’m waiting to see!
Dialling out,
Producer, Director, Writer, Cinematographer, Editor:
Marco Ashley Dixon
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