Paris J'et' aime

Paris J'et' aime.
Le ciel est pardessus le toit, si blue, si calme - Reynaldo Hahn
I ordered my caf au lait at cafe Toscano and they wonder if I would ever leave Paris. Will I regret my choices? Impossible to tell, yes, but eventually this was always something I wanted to do. Occasionally, when busy here, the owner here would chuck me an apron and throw me behind the bar, yelling at all the workers to go faster. The english tourists seemed to like me as a familiar accent, a memento of home. It was  a nice feeling and I wish someday to return to Paris, but my journey must go on. It seems the way of the world, il modo del mondo.
Deven

At the end of it all

When the two worlds meet,

I will not see the people die,

The air will not be so sweet,

And the world will be filled with lies,

Promises will be broken,

Nothing left to keep,

People will not be able to believe a word that is spoken,

And thousands of people will start to weep,

When the two worlds meet,

Choices will be made,

There will be no one to greet,

So I hope that you all prayed.

Let it be (written in 16 minutes, unedited)

So that awkward moment arises yet again when Sarah is sanding there, just standing there, right in front of me and I scream at her to 'Let it be.' But the problem is that Sarah has never been one for listening to others and therefore she just prefers to stand there screaming at us that she does not want to let it rest, she thinks that she is above the rest of the world. She thinks that she has that power to  be able to challenge what society has bestowed upon her. David again screams the empty words at her 'LET IT BE!' But it was like screaming at a brick wall. How could he get through to her. How could he ever pass this. Then he hears the guitar riff waft through the roof and the tension starts to build. He uses music as a mood measurer, as a scaler of temperament. But, you can not blame him, having being brought up in that world, that society, this would be the norm. He was born on a tour bus as his parents were both famous rock musicians. The problem was that David, was much smarter than that, he was being home schooled by people who had no idea what really was going on in the world outside of rock. Through his own intelligence he passed with top marks, but was this really what he wanted? He knew no better, he knew no other lifestyle, what would classical piano, chemistry or even French benefit him when he is a famous rock star. Although David does recall hearing some fantastic rock piano pieces that he could compose. But then again, was this really the life that he would live in forever? He was socially inept. He was not equipped with the necessary social skills to survive in this world. But he had his band and really what else did he need? They released an EP and sales have started to climb, this was it for him, he was entering the lifestyle he had always dreamed. The lifestyle he had always seen as he watched his parents up on stage every night. The kid could play guitar before he could walk. How would he ever know that he would end up here? Yelling at Sarah to 'let it be' as she stood there with a gun in her hand. But then there was Sarah on the other hand. Prim and proper. She grew up in white populated Texas, so before she could walk, she could shoot a gun. This was her lifestyle, again she got perfect marks in school, same year as David. She dreamed that she would become one of the worlds leading business women and defy the gender odds and she was almost there, but what got in her way? She had her job as her little firm, she had a white boyfriend, just to impress daddy, so really she was living her dream, well almost? But what was the turning point for both of these kindred souls. It was that stupid April day, when in New York it was raining and she was running around central park and David was walking around the streets after a big night. They collided just in front of a building, that neither can exactly remember. It was love at first sight. In fact, they did not even say a word to each other, they just started to kiss and it felt right. Was this it? This was so out of character for prim and proper Sarah who was still holding on until marriage and so different for David who kissing was just a pre empt to a fantastic night. But this kiss was so much eternal. It felt so much more passionate. They were there in the rain, kissing like long lost lovers. This was the moment there lives changed. This was the greatest moment of their lives. It could have easily passed as a dream, but the life that followed proved rather different. They both continued with their careers and travelled the world, ending up in all the popular magazines as a great couple, but everything was not roses and soon enough one of them would crack. Seven years later, they ended up at this moment, lost in their own isolation. What were the supposed to do? It was a terrible soundtrack to a beautiful tale. Sarah had gotten so angry about that stupid concert, then the emotions did the rest. It only took one gun shot. It was surely the end.

Another entry in 750 words

Ooo, I am totally in the mood for coffee right now as I am listening to Muse. What a delightful morning this may turn out to be. Actually my playlist is just playing amazing songs, but at the moment Muse is playing. Well what other news has eventuated from this hole of a town? That is right nothing. At least I get to work today and I wont be eternally bored, oh and also I am a saint. Well not really, but last night I sang at a charity event for breast cancer and I found out three hours before hand so I spent learnt, and remembered, two new songs. Hysteria, what a delightful song in so many respects, but then again there are so many delightful things in this world, including Amelie and Zelda, what a delightful combination. Anyway, on my internet escapades I purchased a book that will be severely useful for me in my own escapades at learning the French language. Amelie and literature in general inspired me to learn a plethora of languages. I want to learn French and German and I am already studying Italian, so hopefully one day soon I am fluent in all these fantastic languages. Anyway, my coffee has now arrived so I am thoroughly excited. And apparently my shoes are in the way, but who really cares. And I will hardly know which way is up and which was is down. My coffee does smell beautiful and I must admit that I wish there was a coffee perfume. It is such an epicly beautiful smell, it is truly amazing and aromatic, oh that is such a nice word, I want to use that word every single day in my life, but knowing my amazing memory skills, I will forget it at the end of my little writing spasm. It is strange that for the first time ever I can actually continuously write every day and not ever get bored or annoyed at the tediousness of it all. I think the entire release of inner thoughts is simply an amazing experience that I wish to continue on forever, well maybe not forever, but for a very long time ever. I wonder if this song has everyone feeling the way I do. I must say that I was a boy from school cover is such a touching and melodically pleasing song to my senses. Especially my heart and my ears. I get captured in the lulls of the sweeping melody and harmony and the simplistic rhythm that is ultimately tied together in the epitomic reminiscing tale of being in the different school yard setting. Anyway, apart from the over sophistication of music, I believe that my music is getting cold, and they do not like that, they are the devil, they are coming after me. Who are they? I am not entirely sure, but they are sure different to us. And extremely different to you. You in both the singular and plural form. Apparently my soul will have to wait, according to Washington's cover of Santeria. This song I also love. My taste in music is positively amazing is it not? Hmm. I am completely joking, I am not that self absorbed, although writing about yourself is the easiest way to just write I think, because at least you know what you are talking about, even if they, everyone else, does not know what I am on about. But, it is human nature to be so prejudice and so judgemental towards the life and beliefs of others in this world. I do not know if this is the greatest thing, but human nature is rather fine, much finer than scenery and ultimately the human condition and the emphasis of death, especially concerning rituals is such a strange, yet almost hauntingly beautiful thing. But what sort of thing is it? What sort of thing is a thing, this thing, what is the world is a thing. I think that the word thing is hilarious and the concern that one of my teachers had, or has, about the existence of this word is very amusing. I have never seen anyway get so annoyed about a singular word. It is actually hilarious. I enjoyed it thoroughly, but then again when someone has their little obsessivenesses who does not find it amusing. Again another problem with modern society. Let us just add it to the list and never pay any real attention to it because who really cares?

My 750 words for one day January 8th

Oh, I see that is has come to that time again. But do I really want to do this right now? Is this the best time? Maybe I should write the natural flow of what is coming out of my head, with no proper grammar. But life would be less fun. What are the things that are on my mind at the moment? Hmm.. Well I guess maybe work, maybe politics, or perhaps randomly, religion. Something that I neither accept or deny. I simply float in the middle considering neither and either side all at the same time. What in the world am I going on about? This really is just a time filler, a waster of space. Is there a greater purpose to the filtering of all this crap that just flows ever so naturally from my mind. Hmm... A loss of circulation in my legs for a split second. How random? Yet how simply perfectly imperfect. Oh, an oxymoron, what more is there to discuss. Like writing down the parts of a deafeningly silent conversation. Similar to the one I am having with my keyboard at this moment in time. Well I guess the reality of this situation is that the person who is walking around in my roof really needs to stop annoying me. Ha, take that random anxiety. And the voices that I used to hear, remember those, those were the days, I really, really do not ever miss that reality, that lifestyle, that existence. The overuse of adjectives is an excellent way to waste words. I guess it will subtract from the sophistication of this exercise but who cares. I am not going to sit here reading over all the words that I am writing on this blank page. That would be absurd and useless. Well I guess the joys of working until midnight are that now I do not want to sleep. Hmm.. It is a tad annoying, and again the loss of sensation in my legs is giving me grief. I wonder if I will beat my time record, but must I fuss myself with such simply social atrocities? I guess not, anyway the random flow of my mind. All I can hear is the sound of the fan and also the sounds of my keyboard tapping away aimlessly as I attempt to reach my word limit. I feel that I am now getting closer to the end, but I concern myself too much with the concept and this therefore blocks and releases my mind all at the same time. Well then, what other oblique realisations should I concern myself with? Perhaps I should listen to the song perhaps. A little bit of jazz at this time in the afternoon, well actually at this time in the morning can only be good for the soul, realistically. I guess that any type of music that is heard, felt or played, has some sort of effect, whether it be positive or negative. Yes, I did say felt. The vibrations and the base in music is equally important as any other aspect of the music. Perhaps even more so, because it allows more of the senses to be involved with the entirety of the music. Ahh, the stupid little red lines that appear and annoy me all the time. Yes, how dare I be wrong, but how dare you tell me? Your lucky that you are so beautiful mac or I would have totally gone berserk on you. I am not even joking and also I have lost full sensation in my legs. I think I should have set myself up in a different location for writing. Although, I must say that changing my location when I write is good because different context cues will spark new ideas and allow me to write with more freedom. Perhaps I should write in a toilet or a bathroom. Or maybe in the roof, or not, depending of my mood and all. Well now that I have again made the stupid reality obvious I think that means that I should really consider putting on my TV and going to bed, as I am attempting to fill these meaningless three pages with words that really do not have that much of a great deal of meaning to me, with thoughts that are annoyingly concerning me at some random point in time, just to eventually wake up and have to do it all again. But talking about myself and my writing seems almost shallow. Does it not?

Writing

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Chasing Rabbits

A photo shoot one day for a Media class :) The concept was Alice in Wonderland in a mental assylum, the normal photos have became faded, similar to Alice's reality and the things Alice sees in her mind have permeated her life to the point where they make take over