The Manicheans

#PoodleLand A new series about Poodle Hotness – Poodle Doodle Moves Ep. 3

themanicheans — Fri, 14 Jun 2013 02:44:05 +0000

Poodles love each other dearly. They share poodle fun and poodle activities. Many are called to the poodle hotness, but few are chosen.

Will be you part of the poodle herd?

Episode 1 – Poodle Poem

Episode 3 – Poodle Doodle Moves

#PoodleLand A new series about Poodle Hotness – Poodle Doodle Goes to the Beach Ep. 2

themanicheans — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:30:59 +0000

Poodles love each other dearly. They share poodle fun and poodle activities. Many are called to the poodle hotness, but few are chosen.

Will be you part of the poodle herd?

Episode 1 – Poodle Poem

Episode 2 – Poodle Doodle Goes to the Beach

Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 25: Minion Quits #KikiReynolds

themanicheans — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 15:27:30 +0000

Freshly turned thirty years old, living in New York City, Kiki likes to tell her life adventures one day at a time. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, just the reminiscences of a girl whose spirit remains untamed, no matter what other people do to change that. Kiki’s proud to be a loner. Well, except when it’s Friday night and she’s downing scotch only to wake up six hours later with the worst hangover. Kiki should stay away from scotch. And mean girls. And guys who think like stray dogs. Um so much work to do… Kiki’s slowly learning how to be a lady in this world of sharks.

Episode 1:

Happy birthday Kiki.

Episode 25:

Minion Quits

To My Poodle – A poem #Doodle #Poodle #TheGizDizzler #Diddler #PoodleDoodle

themanicheans — Thu, 06 Jun 2013 19:40:18 +0000

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a poodle.

This poodle was very special as it was a Poodle Doodle.

Poodle Doodle liked activities, but had no best poodle to share her fun with.

Until she met Poodle Uppercut.

Bound by an unbreakable poodle bond, Poodle Doodle and Poodle Uppercut became super poodles and traveled the world together. They shared stories, friends, poodles, and of course, activities.

One day, Poodle Uppercut had to leave Poodle Doodle because she had an important solo poodle mission to attend.

Poodle Doodle was very sad to see her Poodle Uppercut leave. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Crying lots of tears with her poodle eyes, she said: why do I feel so lonely without my Poodle?? I miss my Poodle! Poodle!!! Poodle!!!!

Poodle Doodle cried and cried, until Poodle Uppercut returned from her trip and comforted Poodle Doodle with a poodle hug.

“Aw! All this crying is affecting your poodle hotness! I know how to fix this. You wanna get poodle manicures?” Poodle Uppercut asked.

“Yes!! My doodle is back!!” Poodle Doodle answered, jumping up and down and wagging her tail like a happy poodle. “I never want to lose my poodle ever again!”

And so the two poodles went, bound by poodle love no one other than poodles can understand. Because to be a poodle, one must understand how a poodle soul works. And not everyone can understand a poodle soul.

But poodles are so fucking perfect, they always understand each other, and distance never breaks their frienship but makes their heart grow fonder.

And this, my friends, is a pretty awesome poodle ~~poem~~ tale.

Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 24: Here and There #KikiReynolds

themanicheans — Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:07:29 +0000

Episode 1:

Happy birthday Kiki.

Episode 24:

Here and There

Note to Self (232) Eyes

themanicheans — Wed, 29 May 2013 16:58:42 +0000

One single glance and I understand you. Our brains connected, we can finally hold hands and face life without fear. I don’t doubt anymore. Only feel.

Your voice soothes me. Your thoughts lead me where I always wanted to go. The darkness is long gone when I stare into your eyes, for all I see is peace and understanding. No judgment. No questions. As you touch my hand, I absorb your warmth and drift away. There’s no reason to be afraid. I know you’ll take care of me – the right way. You laugh and I laugh too. You smile and I watch you. Never thought I could become a stalker. You made me one today.

I see beauty in you. Imperfections too. You manage to keep me focused, without trying too hard. It’s what you say that keeps me afloat. When all is so unpredictable, your voice reminds me to stay in the moment.

I come with my baggage but it’s no burden to you. You accept it as experience, wisdom and learning. Your life is full of skeletons you’ve embraced long ago. You’ve accepted who you are. You and I enjoy being weird. Never will we try to be different. No mold can keep us in a straight line. You know how to live the right way though.

When we kiss I forget all about the crippling pain. You took it away with your magic. Only one look from your eyes, and the pain morphed into bliss. Pick me up from the ground and hold me in your arms. Show me love.

In your eyes I see the truth. You make me whole. You steal my breath only to give it back bigger.

In your eyes I see the world. I see your soul.

I see myself.

Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 23: One Foot #KikiReynolds

themanicheans — Wed, 29 May 2013 16:28:06 +0000

Episode 1:

Happy birthday Kiki.

Episode 23:

One foot

Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 22: Addiction #KikiReynolds

themanicheans — Mon, 20 May 2013 16:49:20 +0000

Episode 1:

Happy birthday Kiki.

Episode 22:

Addiction

Note to Self (231) Talk To Me

themanicheans — Mon, 20 May 2013 04:40:54 +0000

I missed you. Hearing your voice, laughing at stupid jokes, this is what I need right now. I haven’t found many who could keep me entertained. The ones who do get my full attention are hard to find. It doesn’t take much, just enough to get the ball rolling. Maybe what I see as an easy way to catch my eye is something much harder than it seems.

I don’t need role play. I don’t need superficiality. Money can’t buy what I long to find in this lifetime. Words and only words will light the spark that will keep my fire burning forever. Are you up to the challenge?

Driving a Ferrari takes a lot of skills. Patience, dedication, just the right amount of love and care to make me drive for miles onward. Yes, I just compared myself to a car. I could compare myself to a beautiful piece of music, a brilliant book, or the most delicious chocolate cake you’ve ever tasted.

The spark needs to be there, otherwise I’m in idle mode. Words flow, intrigue me, make me want to know more about you. If your words don’t work their magic, I’m as good as a rusty pile of steel in a junkyard.

Under the expert hands of an artist, the steel comes to life. Becomes beautiful, eerie, and touches my heart. Open my mind with your words and let’s embark on the journey. A talk – a great talk – is really all I need.

Note to Self (230) Les Miserables

themanicheans — Sun, 19 May 2013 00:33:11 +0000

Oh boy, I haven’t cried watching a movie in so long. This was truly the most amazing piece of art I’ve seen in quite a long time. I grew up reading and studying the work of Victor Hugo – truly the most amazing author who will remain at the top of my list forever – and I forged my writing according to his style. To me, he is the master and I’m only the apprentice. The words of love, dedication, passion, raw life painted under his brush with so much finess and detail, resonate strong within me.

There’s nothing more I’d love to convey in my own art. So much to learn, so much to admire, I’m in awe. Watching the movie brought me back to the time of my youth, when I was only speaking and writing in French. The country where I was born has now become a distant memory, tainted with awful politics and a lot of other stuff that pisses me off beyond belief. But when I think of my childhood, and history lessons, how people fought and died for freedom, I feel joy. Nothing can be taken for granted. The way my country of origin has turned into cannot replace the proud I built reading the work of brilliant authors and poets who made this country the gem it truly is. Under the dirt, the hate, the lost values and wasted time, my country is beautiful.

I learned to love again through my love of words. I hope from the bottom of my heart the work of Victor Hugo will never be forgotten, because it’s pure heaven.

Thank you for this gift.