Ya, pretty much doing the same thing at the same time...i'm like an addict of experience. there is so much joy in this story, joy among the take and creep...joy and love in the lurk and attention and agelessness. my tastes ferment as i grow deeper through the never, and i put my own self on high.
the older i get the faster i get old, relishing every long second, myriad untold...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Los Angeles is a stomach.
Everyday the curse of everyday and the blessings thereof...Los Angeles is like a stomach turned inside out with some parts of the lining polished and some awash in digestive fluids. Life is collected and created here. This is a place of conception, corruption, creation and production. This is the city wherein I live and love.
I should maximize every moment I have in this city, this living mass of women, men, buildings and history, past and future, the textured alive and the vast and sheer. There is enough palpable and dynamic energetic to continue the bloated collection forward through the illusion. I hope so. I continue to love it so. But a wanderlust remains with the cult of L.A. home.
Everyday in this city I waste and I use completely, I live a little, die a little= integrate with the cult until disintegration into it.
"We'll all be bagmen and messiahs before the dots connect the swarm."
I should maximize every moment I have in this city, this living mass of women, men, buildings and history, past and future, the textured alive and the vast and sheer. There is enough palpable and dynamic energetic to continue the bloated collection forward through the illusion. I hope so. I continue to love it so. But a wanderlust remains with the cult of L.A. home.
Everyday in this city I waste and I use completely, I live a little, die a little= integrate with the cult until disintegration into it.
"We'll all be bagmen and messiahs before the dots connect the swarm."
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