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La la la laaa la la *sleeping beauty song* la la la laaa la laa lAaaaaA

*twirls onto stage dancing with an imaginary person, and waltzes right between the absurdism, around the 'your face joke' and sweeps off stage*


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Ahhhhhh!?

What is up with all these celebrities going haywire?
I never used to read celebrity news, but for some reason in the past 6 months, it seems like to me, and it may just be coincidence, that famous people are getting more and more desperate. Like there is this peak in immorality that has to be reached before a whole string of them namely Britney Spears, Lindsey Lohan, Angelina Jolie and Paris Hilton will either die or kill someone. It will most probably be accidental too, to make it even more stupid.
I shouldn't be bothered with these people. They could be fictional creations of media for all i know, but they represent a growing trend in the decline of interest in taking care of oneself and one's relationships with people. Like possessions, people seem to be easily thrown away. Its a hard thing to fight as well, for some odd reason. Its like when you don't have anything to left to gain in life you don't have anything to live for either. So you're immortal in your nothingness. You're already dead. You're a ghost of your true self. I suppose there is the concrete human side of us that lives only a degree higher than an animal, in a robot kind of way and then the elevated mysterious side that behaves in ways one could call spiritual. Celebrities are robots. They know nothing of the earth. And when they say they do, they are fucked over by the pride or the vanity injected into them daily.

Piano

When I hear classical music sometimes it reminds me of having played that piece. It reminds me of evenings in our beautiful grandiose old house in Veyrier. Cold winter evenings where all was dark and the vaste antique rooms stretched out their history in crisp clarity. Where the crackling fire danced along with every Chopin Waltz. Turning in melancholic certitude. Des heures et des heures que j'ai passe devant la television, non a la regarder, mais a penser de cette chanson.
Et puis le passage majeur, on danse tres gaie, lalalala rien ne va de mauvais, et puis OUPS on va peut-etre tomber. Nooon! Tout va treees bien. Miineeeeur tu doit pleurer petite fille sinon le mechant ours va te manger. Tout cru. petite mineur tout cru.

Oh No! Where did she go??

For all of you attentive readers who have been checking day in day out what has become of Sarah, well the truth is, I am for the next month probably not going to be writing much here as it is Horrorthon month. Meaning I watch lots of horror movies and write about them over at the Horrorthon Blog. It is quite an exciting undertaking as I have probably watched 3 horror movies in my life. But as all challanges, I shall face it head first and then freak out a little and run away in tears.

SO ... good things to come ladies and gents!