golden brown sound...

Damn, it's nearly six p.m. Pacific Standard and I'm supposed to be on the road to the bank...the freaking bane of my meager existence, but a necessary anxiety, doom, and the like. I don't think m engine is going to make it there today, I'm sure. A procrastinator, though, need not ever be fed and there I go...I'll have to take care of that tomorrow. There is always tomorrow in the Cult of Los Angeles, always a tomorrow of hope and more and delight. That is our strength in this town of such light and such devastating pressure, such hard won baby steps while most never taste the real spice of exotic and fine and action classic and avante-guard and cutting edge.

And I have found that if you wait long enough and with a certain self-assuring perspective inside of your happy and holy ground, even inside the place of your greatest "indulgement"- there shall arise the exact equation of sweetness to justify your placement. I theorize that that is the power of attention, to be general and perspective to be specific. With the brush of both hands of the freshest golden brown shine across my newly shorn face, a deep breath, closed eyes and a fire inside...This moment of inspiration and 'myriadelights'! That is the joy of association and budding friendship with diverse and lovely, exotic people, moments, like the aforementioned, of ecstasy and terse 'plus ultra'. The spark from her lovely touch with my electric attraction bore the arc of a thousand story lines and intimate, hushed communications. The miracle of golden brown sound, that burgled, for a moment, the breath and forced molten language to birth it in words, new life and eternal...

Another long night in the cut with plans in the morning. The Cult of Los Angeles invites to it's hard and less travelled ways, at times and rarely. That rara-avis will not remained unwarmed by my chase, for sure...An animal limping in the night beckons the Cult to pounce. We need new, fresh blood to keep this sacrifice going. Work on that tonight, TV architecture, stories, security, words, magic and the such...