#145

los angeles is a place where living things go to die and dead things go to live and hibernating things go to get sunburnt and grapes go to get sunkist and bums go to get some style and writers go to see the dark side and desperation goes to flourish and cars go to sit in traffic and beer goes to be drunk by drunks and pot goes to be vaporized by pot scientists and the skinny go to get skinnier and the fat go to stay inside and the mexicans go to see their families and the armenians go to escape genocide and the koreans go to take over downtown and music goes to get its veneers and christians go to get scared and the sun goes at the end of the day and old cars go to get pimped and the cool breeze goes to fan the flame and maniacs go on their way to hell and wisconsin goes to be in the american idol audience and serial killers go to inspire noir stories and boulevards go to be seven lanes wide and the high schoolers go to eat at in n out burger and the strange businessmen go to work in a strange cluster of tall buildings and words go to page before the brain fries on pavement