Day 11

Hey Paris,

You have time to talk? How are you doing? Good, I’m glad. So listen. I think we need to talk. Yes… that talk. Just listen will ya. We have had some really great times. Amazing and unforgettable moments that shared, like watching the train conductor warily shake her head in judgment as she watched a crew of metro-ers fight/force the door open and do you remember that time when I ate your baguette? You remember it haha… yah that time, it was quite enjoyable. Just thinking about it now makes this even more difficult than it already is, but this definitely needs to happen. I know, but I think this needs to be done.

Because on top of all the greats things, we had some pretty rough moments too. Like when that boy spit on my face and, lets face it, you’re a pretty expensive hoe. I can’t seem to go out with you without burning a hole in my wallet. My bank account reminds me every time I see it. I know it isn’t your fault. Stop it and don’t look at me like that. It’s just that you enjoy a different lifestyle than I do and I can’t keep up anymore. And. you’re also kind of a bitch. Like sand in your hooha type of bitch. That one is your fault. Wait, I’m not done yet, stop trying to cut me off. Like sometimes, your super clean and beautiful... and boy do I enjoy those times. But there are parts of you that could use a little scrubbing with steel wool and Clorox. It might just help with the smell down in your metro. I’m just saying… And last but not least, you have been with way too many people/men/women/things. Like everyone I know either wants to be with you, or has already been with you. And all in less than a month! I guess I didn’t last a month either (three weeks), so I’m not one to talk. But damn. You could be a little less accommodating and put out so much. I guess I’m just not that comfortable when you are with so many other people when I’m with you. I feel kinda used. And in the end, I think I have better things for me out there. You have been great. I mean I really did love you, and in a way I still do, but I’m ready to move on. I hope you understand.

Anyway, we are still friends right? I would love to bring my friends/family here and let you show them a good time, but for now, I need my space. I actually have to go now, yah I have that meeting with that person, I didn’t tell you? My bad, but I need to head out. Like now.

But I’ll call. I promise. Bye…. and take care of yourself will ya. I’m here when you need me. All right, bye.

Oh, it wont be awks when I see you next time right?

Day 20

I found the holy grain… and there was a child on it.
Grail = upside down v = the vajayjay = the bloodline of Jesus Christ who is the savior of all that is good and just in this forsaken world = child is JC (67)

Is my math correct?

Day 17

• Is it possible not to piss of Parisian women if I sully their keyboard with cacti?
• Is it safe if I sit in the front seat with a crazy Parisian taxi driver?
• Is it okay if I feel wary around the men parading around in public with submachine guns?
• Is it all right if I depend on the internet/computer/phone/electronics to feel comforted in the world when alone?
• Is it embarrassing if I listen to Britney Spears “Sometimes” in public? At all? … and to like it?
• Is it normal if I relate to every single song I have ever heard with all the intimate aspects of my life? (yes Britney, sing it to me)
• Is it kosher if I cannot speak any languages correctly?
• Is it acceptable if I use the word kosher?
• Is it sappy if I miss my baby?
• Is it sad if I never-ever want to grow up/old/distant?

Is it….?

Day 16

I am a mouse. I scurry from here to there. From McDonalds to cafe to Mikky D's once again. But food is not my motive. It is a two earred wonder found in the Etats-Unis that drives me, but oddly... there are only three-pronged ones here in France.

It hides and seeks for a home, but where it is seen, I cannot go. I try and am shooed - I am a pesky rat.

But alas, I find one so cleverly hidden in a place so obviously willing. The Centre Pompidou. Its tubes and colors, and lines and wonders, are where I find myself installed.

A corner is saved just for me, and for my vermin needs. I plug in, I shut up, and I log into the WW web. I am safe here. The Pompidou is my nest forevermore.

Day 7

When you are surrounded by walls of bones. Walls of bones and skulls that stretch for hundreds of meters, it makes you wonder about the frailty of life. Skull 28742 could have been the most pious of persons and most giving. But hir skull was next to skull 471482. Who may have been the skankiest of sluts and most abusive.

But in death, they lay, bones nicely organized/stacked greeting the hundreds of tourists that come by their quarters day by day. What they did in life hardly matters, as long as their bones are of equivalent length and sturdiness. I'm not talking about what happens to the "soul" after. That is another story. But it makes you want to live life a little more.

And with that I will leave my room, its past 2 pm and I have yet to see some daylight. But you have to start somewhere.

Where is your somewhere?

Day 6

And

You alone
Make me
sad/glad/mad

Yet
sad/glad/mad
is good near you

But
you alone
are only sad

Day 5

My top five reasons I like being HOMOsexual:

5 - I know what body parts do what
4 - I dont have to pay as often/double wardrobe size
3 - Men are infinitely cuter/hotter/sexier
2 - I can live in an era in which I can educate my peers about sexuality
1 - I never have to deal with the .



What this actually has to do with these pictures.. I do not know. Just a side, this is my most favorite sculpture. The Winged Victory, the Goddess Nike.



Why do you like your sexuality ?

Day 4

One day I will fill the world with beautiful things/words/love. To rectify my existence. They will build a monument that both glows of my grandeur and my humbleness.



Showcase Michael! Show his illustrious and ephemeral work - his undying work - his flawless vision. Though immortality is a hard prize to wrest from the Gods, it is but hardly a thought, a prerequisite, a given. His body will disappear (sadly mind you, oh so very sadly) but his soul, a glittery slightly rainbowy soul, will be forever emblazed and cast in works of iron and gold.



But till then, I will take my naps on benches in busy museums. Because I am tired of daydreaming.

Day 3

First view of the neighborhood.


First taste of crepes.

And the grand finale. The first look at the Iron Maiden herself.

Updating as fast as possible so I can write something interesting... Maybe.

Day 2

Arrival in Paris! .... and the awkward initial moments of getting used to a new metro system. *sigh* Tourists...



We ended up waiting a while for entry, which we spent the time wandering the streets of Paris for what would be one of many times.

Here is my wonderful travel companion.

It has been a while since this day actually happened. So the memories and feelings are difficult, if not impossible, to reproduce and recreate. So the bare bones are placed here. The gap between then and now is slowly diminishing, so for now hopefully these pictures will satisfy.

The first day was actually quite eventful. We visited two major sightsees, the Place de la Concorde and the Champs-Elysees (with the beautiful Arc de Triomphe waiting for us at the end)

So begins my sojourn in Paris, France. :)

Day 1

Best 6-hour layover yet :D




... and here is my wonderful host