Welcome to the circus...

Oct 31, 2009 10:07

So, I moved to Paris a month ago for school. This place is a completely different world. It's a perpetual dream. Oz. Wonderland. Bienvenue le cirque?
Madison and everyone there don't exist anymore. They're become fiction. Unreal. Nothing is the same here. The people, the booze, the men, the feeling. I can't feel connected to anything but this. I'm in love with my boyfriend, but not here. Two seperate lives. They don't even touch...

In Madison i'm the girl who is perfect together with Bear Rouse. Rages at punk shows. Finds the cocaine. Plays beer pong. Goes skinny dipping. Has a dog and lives in a nice house. Sees someone she knows everywhere she goes. Cruises a million miles an hour through dark streets. Visits her best friend in Jail. The girl who is garuanteed to get you into trouble if you want it.

In Paris i'm the girl with the Italian lover. Coffee drinker. Pub jumper. The girl who sleeps in a moldy basement for 800 euros a month. Washes her clothes in the shower. Dances in Saint Michel and kisses men with beautiful eyes in Oberkampf. Goes to boat parties on the Siene. Makes films. Wears red leather and bullet belts. Smokes pink cigarettes. Listens to Ludwig Van.

What do I want.
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