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."
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