Far away from Los Angeles, but the Cult still abides and crackles with the hot sparks and stars it produces and consumes... Far away from the lights and action, the delicious sensations and numbnesses alike... I sit in a hotel room in Peru doing my damndest to sublimate time to wealth. I'll be sure to let you know if that happens and how. For now, I will creep, belly low and inching along the bottomed plane, toward the light, toward the shade- the Western night with ornate glades.
Thank-you Mom. Thank-you Dad. I am immortal! I am immortal!
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