Ppl come long ways to put their hands on a sidewalk here next to the spit out gum and cigarettes and pee. they put their hands on the sidewalk and smile because they’re touching Stars. the city is propped up on symbols thats why the things u want are never where u think they are. when u go to look at the River it’s a stream of water between two cement walls, and when u go to Hike it’s a dirt fire trail looping around a hill behind a highway, and The trees we call trees have no branches and give no shade.

anything that calls itself Friendship is Advertising and anything that calls itself Money is Cheap Plastic Clothes, anything that calls itself the Healthiest is full of catches, and something that is 10 miles away can take u 45 minutes to drive to, and everything is a little Famous so nothing really is , people can make a plain Pink Wall Famous, people can walk right past a percussionist playing beautifully on the sidewalk.

and so Beauty oozes out of ugliness, and ugliness pulses in the heart of beauty.

La is a sun-bleached and metal diorama of a human psyche, eager to give, elusive, all wrapped up in itself, never fully what u define it as. ppl love all sorts of books containing similes and metaphors and allusions, then they roll their eyes because La isn’t real. was Real it’s allure????? was it ever ever it’s promise