scenes from a three day los angeles panic attack
He placed his mirrored sunglasses between us on the table while we ate frozen yogurt. Their position allowed me a perfect view for me of his mouth chewing fruit and tan, melting matter. No doubt, his view was similiar.
The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a wig. The second thing I noticed is that literally everyone involved in the entertainment industry is trying to fuck you any way possible. Los angeles is where humans go to try to acheive immortality thru popularity. The American dream, I guess.
A continent away, there are clear bursts of outrageous colored energy. It's been years since I thought that i experienced this. In reality I never have. It's the first time I've felt like this without panic, without vomiting every couple of days, without fear or need to blame. This takes work, of course, but I'm not concerned about my will for once.
You can't pray for ghosts, they only arrive when they are ready, when you most need them. No exceptions. You can, however, linger all night on a street corner in Hollywood, watching the countercultural tourists come and go in the fevered and panic filled night, like poltergeists of a past era grown old and fat with the weight of their myths, repeating the same history endlessly and rewarded for it casually.
The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a wig. The second thing I noticed is that literally everyone involved in the entertainment industry is trying to fuck you any way possible. Los angeles is where humans go to try to acheive immortality thru popularity. The American dream, I guess.
A continent away, there are clear bursts of outrageous colored energy. It's been years since I thought that i experienced this. In reality I never have. It's the first time I've felt like this without panic, without vomiting every couple of days, without fear or need to blame. This takes work, of course, but I'm not concerned about my will for once.
You can't pray for ghosts, they only arrive when they are ready, when you most need them. No exceptions. You can, however, linger all night on a street corner in Hollywood, watching the countercultural tourists come and go in the fevered and panic filled night, like poltergeists of a past era grown old and fat with the weight of their myths, repeating the same history endlessly and rewarded for it casually.