Death Through Rioting

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Creative Writing Assignment

 

-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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Success

 

  

[You leave me too soon]

[and I'm left] and empty shell

[wondering what's'

[to happen next]

 

 

You have burrowed yourself into my mind my heart my body my soul.

 

You have become the single most important part of my life.

 

If I never become rich or famous but I continue to keep you I would still call myself successful.