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semi-autobiographical
creative writing 
new york and los angeles.
isolation, identity, autonomy, globalism.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

made of light

under the same moon and watching the same stars. even when we're together I feel like we're still so far apart. you look at me and smile. why don't you waste your time just a little bit longer tonight? we'll sit and stare on the edge of the world, now can we stop being polite. I already know why i think of you. I don't want to stop. what if we never came back? Im scared to find out. daybreak brings surprise too fast; nothing lasts. soaked up by the heat of the sun each second fades too quickly into the past.

welcome to los angeles. u can't imagine this. we redefine the scandalous. we just pretend its glamorous. one fake nail at a time. djs ask me to sample this. moving shadows pass whispered directions in the dark. shrink into walls to miss the light from passing cars. this is not the city that you see on tv. this is latex vinyl robots no reciprocity. moving at an unchartable velocity. with no concept of destination. no question, this is an alien nation so take a permanent vacation on a suicide drive-by. no meaning in reality
no time to watch tv. candlelight and chandeliers sand and faded ocean piers blowing kisses blowing years, ain’t gotta overcome your fears they're real. angels from the streetlights shone down on all the stars and protected us from danger as we walked the boulevard. taxis sang of constellations. we surrendered our imagination. danced alone in a garage.

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