Ah, LA. A gigantic machine. A really fun hell. Mechanical mice and backrooms with dice. Wargamer's delight in the virgin night. Everything's for sale and all products fail in the land of El Lay, where warm days are gray. When they're not busy being the end of civilization, they enjoy the fruits of their labor. LA is America's Potemkin shopping mall. In San Francisco, we just make imaginary things for sale, but in LA they sell the sale. And yet this citadel of fraud inspires our rightful awe.
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nestled into it's ever expanding
by-product. Choking man.
Like a modern day rome
grand occupants leave trails of gold
and service armies camp outside it's wonder
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amidst gunfire faces are smiling
like walking hallow steel tubes
The culture, The glue
Arminians eat at the greek deli
mexicans only at there brothers
can they afford susteneance
Phillipino's delight
at the swapmeet tonight
Palestinians hold down
the one stop smoke shop
a neighbor of joy therapy
A large radiant sign
not to be bothered with illegalities
a running theme, survival
in freedoms suppression extreme
Looking through the window
of the roach coach motel
orange dawn light soaks
the landscape, acentuating
the promise
I don a salesmens armor
my sensability's melt away
attunement required
for freedom in LA