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Ikkicon was super fun and Soto made a new friend which was nice. (We’re pretty sure that the friendship isn't really that reciprocal but still it was nice)

Dream Quest Shoot

The Dream Quest Shoot is being set up for the most part we are thinking of photographing in Laguna Gloria, Mayfield Park, Mt. Bonell [<- has no idea how to spell that], and Austin (city about the drag/down town) Down Town Round Rock might be added but the it probably wont be. For the most part we're looking into a dreamy ethereal look for our shoot. Then in the Austin city proper we're looking for a street wise prologue to the Dream Quest Story. It’s all very method. At any rate best of luck and hopefully our connections will come threw.

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[pan across hills across the city and zoom in on a bus fallow the bus then see a girl threw the window and she looks out dreamy eyed at the camera but doesn’t see it a leaf flies past and the camera fallows it into the school intense and we see students walking and we fallow the same girl into a class room on the boar it says POETRY ASSINMENT DUE TODAY]

Scene 1

Teacher:
[Sitting on his desk] alright time to go. Soto you’re up.

Liz:
[Gets up she is the same girl the camera has been fallowing she walk to the front of the class and hold up and piece of paper]

And Low thought the water is burning sand
And the angel is dieing
I shall fear no evil
Though my bosom is filled with bile like that of Lady Macbeth
I shall not turn my face
Be it that my eyes go blind as the sun sets beyond the horizon
I shall fear not darkness
For the end comes
The end comes.

Though yet my eyes are called to sleep
And the screams lay deep in my ears
My brothers are dead
I am the last
The proud the only
I am the few
The one that has the courage to slay what most I love.
All my pretty ones
All my bothers
All my maids
And all my house dead
Yet I shall be kind hereafter.

For the end comes
The end comes.

[The class sits in silents]

Teacher:
[Blinks] thank you. [He takes her poem and motions for her to sit down]

Liz:
[sits and opens her spiral and as the next poem is read she starts to draw {time laps her art is covering the entire page now and lines from other people’s poetry are in her art}]
[The bell rings]

Teacher:
Ok! Don’t forget to find a poet to mimic next class! And your sonnets are due on Monday!

Liz:
[Walks out and a tall blond girl meets up with her in the hall]

Ava:
Hey!

Liz:
Hey!

Ava:
How’d it go?

Liz:
Oh not so good.

Ava:
What? Really? That’s so weird did you read The Dream Dies?

Liz:
I did those… guys have no taste.

Ava:
[Shrugs] no accounting for taste, too bad; I’ve got song writing. [She starts to walk off then looks back over the crowd] hey! Liz!

Liz:
[Turns around] yeah?

Ava:
Party at my house tomorrow you want to come?

Liz:
Yeah! I’ll hitch a ride with some one.

Ava:
Cool! Pass the word to Rebecky!

Liz:
Will do! [They walk away]

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[killers]
Everything Will Be Alright
Midnight Show
Believe Me Natalie
Andy, You're a Star
All These Things That I've Done
Change Your Mind
On Top
Smile Like You Mean It
Somebody Told Me
Mr. Brightside
Jenny Was a Friend of Mine

[David Bowie]
You remind me of the Babe

[IDK Who]
Mad World
Beauty in the break down

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]]> ~Theoneleon http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14952737/ http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14952737/ Sun, 07 Oct 2007 09:00:42 PDT you are the only light in this prison cell.
the only beam of sun
that filters down from the stone above.
You are
a goddess to understand your husband's sin
I am truly blessed:
to have a wife that would still love me
even thought I am
a murderer.
You have to believe me
it was the only way.
I could not loose my children,
I would not loose them.
I am in debt
and I would tell him
but
the shame I see in his eyes
I cannot speak,
the horror in my brothers' faces
makes me ashamed to live.
They’ve never lost like I have;
As I love you my beloved angel.
My dear goddess
the queen of my days
and I my nights...
are our children well?
Do they still love their father?
Do they not despise me?
My love for you is undying and unquestioned.
Yet your love for me
I have not a mind to understand.

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]]> ~Theoneleon http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14741243/ http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14741243/ Sat, 22 Sep 2007 09:49:49 PDT My eyes clothe themselves
In their lids
And the sweet smell of the orchard
Makes my heart slow
And my mind dawdle
I move on with my trained step.

What do you think? more have it end? what?

]]> ~Theoneleon http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14724122/ http://Theoneleon.deviantart.com/journal/14724122/ Fri, 21 Sep 2007 05:17:54 PDT And the angel is dieing
I shall fear no evil
Though my bosom is filled with bile like that of Lady Macbeth
I shall not turn my face
Be it that my eyes go blind as the sun sets beyond the horizon
I shall fear not darkness
For the end comes
The end comes.

that do you guys think?

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Chapter I : Quand Votre Seul Embarque
[When Your Sole Embarks]

Sammael Alexander Aquinas was a tall man taller then most in the court by and inch or two towering in to the world at six feet and five inches. He also was a muscular man not broad and bulky like the common man but with long sinewy muscles that were just as strong. Sammael Alexander Aquinas was, as he himself thought, a name which only looked good in a tomb stone. Which was the original intention of the name; it had been at his birth that the child weighing in at three pounds two ounces would most likely not live throw the night. Yet to the surprise of the mid wife and the four doctors he did, then it was concluded that he would scarcely make it throw the week. Again the small bundle astonished all with his survival. It was assumed the child would die young of some illness and that he should be given some sort of dignity at least in death so a name was tacked on to the child as something of an after thought.

Sammael came from a wealthy family, the first son of the second wife of the king in fact, placing him in the particularly difficult position of prince. He was raised in his father’s summer manor on the southern tip of a small island called Vultus Vas. Sammael’s mother constantly obsessed with his health going to far as to scold the camber maid for opening the window to his room during the winter as she cleaned. How ever when Sammael reached the age of ten his father sent a particularly interesting birthday gift.

It was a noon party with little more then Sammael sitting at the tea table in the garden instead of the dinning room table safe inside. A sandwich sat in front of him with a cup of hot tea and the little prince sat hands clasped in his lap as his two older half brothers laughed loudly at his dogs desperate attempts to get over the low garden wall.

“Look at his stubby legs!” Gerick said jovially pointing at the dog’s small legs scraping at the wall trying to jump over it.

“And the ears!” it was John’s turn to mock the dog, “Look at them they’re longer then his own legs!”

Sammael clenched his teeth hearing the boys taunts and knowing they only tortured the dog so as a metaphor for they’re distain for him. Sammael slipped off his chair and walked to the wall, the older boys stopped their taunts and watched silently as Sammael slipped over the wall and picked up his dog and placing him on the top and reaching up to pull himself back into the garden until a strong male hand rested itself on his shoulder.

The fifteen-year-old Gerick jumped to his feet and made to pull a small knife out of its scabbard which had been previously resting in the flower bed; where in this time the twelve-year-old John had picked up a rock to throw at the intruder.

“eace.” The man said picking Sammael up by the back of his shirt and placing him on the garden wall.

“Who may you be?” Gerick asked not lessening his grip on the knife.

“I,” the man sighed stepping over the wall and towering over the boys, “am Prince Sammael’s new instructor.” The man seated himself on the wall and took off his hat revealing his face, a tired looking face worn from sun and travel with dark green eyes set like emeralds in the rough.

“Likely…” John said eyes watchful on the man’s large coat, “so what is your name?”

“Jules, Julius if it suits the little prince better, and before you ask I haven’t a last name not nearly wealthy enough.”

Sammael gazed at this intruder he looked quite peculiar; he wore a large coat looking to be something leather with many belts and pockets on it and large lapels all in a greenish shade of brown and the rest of him dressed in black. A black shirt seaming to Sammael to be made out of something like cotton and a pain of black pants that could have been made out of leather also and a pair of boots that looked worn and older the Gerick. Needless to say this Mr. Jules was not a stately man what with his black braid that must have been near three and a half feet long and the gentle stubble on his face, it made Sammael wonder who among his mother’s staff would have hired this man.

“Who if I may ask hired you?” Sammael asked stepping forward from between his brothers. Jules smiled and bent down looking into Sammael’s eyes.

“So you’re Sammael, they said you were intelligent.” Jules straitened up and looked at the sky, “Your father he hired me. The King is very interested in you becoming a strong adult, worthy of your position in society.”

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I gave my life to you as soon as I saw you
You soothed my sole
You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live
I have seen only you
I have admired only you
I desire only you
My dearest
You absorb things from those about you as an artist dose
I am lost in loves labyrinth
My darling and my star
I send this because a letter dose not blush
Speak to me of love; I thirst for it.
All my sole fallows you
Mt very dreams are yours
You have absorbed me.
Oh god!
You cannot see it.
My heart.
My devotion.
I gave my life to you as soon as I saw you

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Oh my sweet and blushing angel
I lay at your feet
A toy for your amusement.
You
My sun
And moon
And endless stars,
Are mine to please and to offer my love too.
And you,
Like a cat know exactly how the wind blows
And curl around my legs to bring me crashing down madly in love
With a cloud
Whips
A current in the becks and brooks of England.
You are the one my heart beats for
You oh perfect one
Oh endless one
The one I drown in.
It hurts to think I will not wake up next to you.
It’s good you love me.
I should perish with out your love,
Like a flower with out the sun.
Forever being shriveled
For the want of my beloved.
It is good for I love you
You are my angel
Born from the softest of lilies
Grown in a century
By the edge of a diamond river
Fed on the sun shine of a thousand sunsets
Forever bathing you in gold and purple.
As I love you my perfect angel.
Deeper and more sweet
Then Creaser loved power
Or Romeo loved Juliet
Those loves pail in comparison
To my shining love for you.
How could I not love you?
You are so perfect
So wonderful
Your words
And movements
Your breath and your smiles enchant me.
My love for you can never wane
It can only grow
Like a mighty tree;
The tree of life form the African fables
It is life.
I could not exist with out your love
I should perish as a man with out water.
It is the vitality of my sole.
You are the vitality of my sole.

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Locked to the cable.
The running steel forgetting freedom
So long denied
So long a myth the car forgets:
Forgets the soul
Forgets the dreams
The cable hurts its back
The cable tugs at its hair
The cable a cruel master dragging the car along
No appreciation for her work
No thank you
No gentile pat on the side
No love
No compassion
Spit and Gum are her thanks
Dirt and Fatigue are her compensation
Yet trundle on
Allowing the dragging and pulling
The spitting and kicking
The car submits to the shame to the embarrassment
Freedom not a thought
Not a concept
After all it is only a street car.

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