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LA is so toxic.
It didn't help that last friday I saw Sean and had the first bad trip of my life. I think I may have a throat infection, or some delightful variation on that theme. So when I did a lot of pyschoactives, my mind decided to seize on the fact that to some degree there is something wrong, and interlard the paranoia of my throat collapsing in on itself- as I suffocate on my tongue.
But LA is more toxic. The water is atrocious. Hard, dirty. Two days after my bad trip I got really Coked up with Andrew and Mark. That was rather nice, actually. Then with bellies round with Pizza, we sloshed about the Jacuzzi, replacing a coke high with Orangina-flavored drunk. Mark is beautiful, and so compact I feel like I could zip him up inside my hoodie with me. Andrew's thinner too. They subsist on Ramen and Alcohol. If only this city didn't make my head and body feel so sharply how my tissue is ravelling, the whole situation might seem romantic.
But then Mark is a fucking brillant singer. So actually, it is.
It didn't help that last friday I saw Sean and had the first bad trip of my life. I think I may have a throat infection, or some delightful variation on that theme. So when I did a lot of pyschoactives, my mind decided to seize on the fact that to some degree there is something wrong, and interlard the paranoia of my throat collapsing in on itself- as I suffocate on my tongue.
But LA is more toxic. The water is atrocious. Hard, dirty. Two days after my bad trip I got really Coked up with Andrew and Mark. That was rather nice, actually. Then with bellies round with Pizza, we sloshed about the Jacuzzi, replacing a coke high with Orangina-flavored drunk. Mark is beautiful, and so compact I feel like I could zip him up inside my hoodie with me. Andrew's thinner too. They subsist on Ramen and Alcohol. If only this city didn't make my head and body feel so sharply how my tissue is ravelling, the whole situation might seem romantic.
But then Mark is a fucking brillant singer. So actually, it is.