-John Christopher
Depp II-
FINAL
At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and
daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice…. I can feel his mind invading mine, and
slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body. He is showing me all he has been through in
his life, a myriad of fictional characters.
Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted
and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are
they coming? Are they coming Gilbert? A
man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the
worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me. He is the Hatter. Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all
the best people are. Oh yes he is here,
in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to
LA. I dream of going there and here he
is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now
he whispers to me. So many lives he has
lived he is living he will live. He
takes them with him in his dreams.
When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be
him. One person will have to be able to
keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows. He has come to me to confide these tales the
way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose. How he almost gave up until an angel saved
him and he became the man with scissors for hands. Who only wanted love and was casted out from
society except from one family and the entire audience. He was once Frank. A musician? Bar
tender? Math. A math teacher. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for
dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me. She smiles.
Everything is a collection of memories of scenes from different stories. He leaves.
My mind feels empty without his presence.
I head back to loneliness.
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-John Christopher
Depp II-
THIRD REVISION
At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and
daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice…. I can feel his mind invading mine, and
slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body. He is showing me all he has been through in
his life, a myriad of fictional characters.
Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted
and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are
they coming? Are they coming Gilbert? A
man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the
worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me. Depp as the Hatter. Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all
the best people are. Oh yes he is here,
in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to
LA. I dream of going there and here he
is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now
he whispers to me. So many lives he has
lived he is living he will live. He
takes them with him in his dreams.
When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be
him. One person will have to be able to
keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows. He has come to me to confide these tales the
way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose. How he almost gave up until an angel saved
him and he became the man with scissors for hands. Who only wanted love and was casted out from
society except from one family and the entire audience. He was once Frank. A musician? Bar
tender? Math. I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher. You are a government spy and in about three
chapters in you will have been shot at.
Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner?
I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.
She smiles.
Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he
thanks you for your time.
My mind feels empty without his presence.
I head back to loneliness.
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-John Christopher
Depp II-
SECOND REVISION
At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and
daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice. I can feel his mind invading mine, and
slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body. He is showing me all he has been through in
his life, a myriad of fictional characters.
Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted
and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape. A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow,
CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have
heard of me. Depp as the Hatter. Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all
the best people are. Oh yes he is here,
in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to
LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to
leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now. He hides from the cameras until it’s his
turn. He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live. He takes them with him in his dreams.
When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be
him. One person will have to be able to
keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows. He has come to me to confide these tales the way
he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose. How he almost gave up until an angel saved
him and he became the man with scissors for hands. Who only wanted love and was casted out from
society except from one family and the entire audience. He was once Frank. A musician? Bar
tender? Math. I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher. You are a government spy and in about three
chapters in you will have been shot at.
Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner?
I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.
She smiles.
Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he
thanks you for your time.
My mind feels empty without his presence.
Back to loneliness.
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-John Christopher
Depp II-
FIRST REVISION
At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and daydreaming
about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice. I can feel his mind invading mine, and
slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body. He is showing me all he has been through in
his life, a myriad of fictional characters.
Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted
and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape. A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow,
CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have
heard of me. Depp as the Hatter. Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all
the best people are. Oh yes he is here,
in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to
LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to
leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now. He hides from the cameras until it’s his turn.
He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live. He takes them with him in his dreams.
When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be
him. Someone will have to be able to
keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows. He has come to me to confide these tales the
way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose. How he almost gave up until an angel saved
him and he became the man with scissors for hands. Who only wanted love and was casted out from
society except from one family and the entire audience. He was once Frank. A musician? No. A math teacher. I’m a math teacher. You are a government spy and in about three
chapters in you will have been shot at.
Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner.
I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to
join me. Then she says yes.
John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed
elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.
My mind feels empty without his presence.
Back to loneliness.
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-John Christopher
Depp II-
ROUGH DRAFT
Right now I am eating my cinnamon roll and thinking about
him. I can feel his mind infiltrating
mine as we slowly become dual persons in a single body. He is showing me all that he has been through
in his life all of his multitudes of characters. Johnny Depp and his middle school educated
mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into cry baby, into Edward,
into Gilbert Grape. A man who has been
carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN jack sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve
ever heard of but you have heard of me.
Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are. Am I
a best people? I certainly do hope so.
Oh yes he is here, in my mind accompanying me learning my thoughts as
well as I learn his. His move to LA with his first wife to start a new life. My
dreams of going there, he is calling me to leave look where I’ve come from and
look where I am now. He hides from the
cameras until it’s his time. He has so many lives he has lived and he takes
them with him in his dreams. His best
friend and HIS wife in his life all the time trading off being each other and
one another and creating different worlds where each competes to be the best
character.
When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be
him. Someone will have to be able to
keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows. He has come to me to confide these tales the
way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose. How he almost gave up until an angel saved
him and he became the man with scissors for hands. Who only wanted love and was casted out from
society except from one family and the entire audience. He was once Frank. A musician? No. A math teacher. I’m a math teacher. You are a government spy and in about three
chapters in you will have been shot at.
Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner.
I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to
join me. Then she says yes.
John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed
elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.
My mind feels empty without his presence.
Back to loneliness.
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