Cest Lamour

I don't find anyone 'attractive'. Not at the moment. I would have to redefine my concept of the word. I fall in love with peoples work and passion. But they themselves, I donno...
To have someone, to obtain some kind of ownership. I can't do it. Silly. Oh your seeing someone else? Heartbreaking, but, yeah thats just better.
Tension and the enormous game of getting what you want. Am I crazy that this seems selfish?
Personal gain. Disgusting. I joined a parade but I think I'm going to sit down.
A pulse sure, just powered by a heart.
I guess I need to get over myself concerned with yourself.......
or something.
Ever see the movie with the moronic male stereotype bragging of banging a blonde bombshell as if he won the war? True story.
Ever hear the song where she made his every sleeping waking moment shine? True story.
I lost the war. And when you do you see the bodies. You get a little uncomfortable.
According to.
Chuck I'm inspired.
I remember talking about the book I was reading. I remember talking about God. Wow.
I talked about God.
Next I do, it'll just be repeat won't it? I'll be reciting to catch up to where I left off. The choice before the mistake.
I'll disagree in a few hours perhaps. But not now. Not this showing.
You're right Chuck. I'm playing out another take.
Why not a different feature? A different medium?
Why not dreams? Why not challenges? This book sucks.
Waving off this float to the crowd waving back.
Get me out of here.
Take me to Paris.
I want Natalie Portman to come to my hotel room and challenge me. And be a person with me.
Not a role. Not a movement played out a hundred times before on a hundred people.
Spew out what you think about God. Not what you think sounds cool.
What do you think of that skyline and these bricks placed by people long since gone?
Did they recite? Or did they muster up the guts to cry?
I remember fractions of that. Getting on a plane just to see the look on your face.
And seeing that my fantasy was too much to ask. But the effort was the most alive I've ever felt.
What the hell am I doing in this city?
Who are these terrible terrible people?
Why am I playing with them?
When am I deciding I've paid my dues?
Where do you fall in love in Paris?
I bet they mustered up the guts to hold on.
Just please read Chuck for what he really is.
Disarming. Challenging. Uncomfortable.
Because theres something wrong. I can't believe I'm not stupid. All this time I was stupid.
No you're not attractive. You're a tape recorder.
Thank you so much Charles.
This city is so ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. I could not be more proud of myself at times like this. When I buy tickets. When I catch planes.
I'll disagree in just a few hours.
It was the same then. And it wasn't the fantasy.
But in the air I felt my soul emerge.
I love you.