As winter shears it's glacial grip from the emotions, fashion and general "esprit de esprit" (I just made this phrase up. It is supposed to mean the essence of something or something's general demeanor) of the Cult of Los Angeles begins to melt and flex and hum...Again, I find myself in the innocent grope of the fresh and fond. And she is such a package of sweet salt and bathwater...
It's funny when you find yourself in an awkward situation that you know you must navigate through at some point. And that point is now. It's not really funny either, it's just that I laugh because I feel compelled to for the sake of some catharsis.I guess I'll just put my head down and weather the blows, hopefully all kinds will be dealt my way. I'll take the bad with the wet for sure...
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