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chris and i were at the watts towers, there were navy blue, lilac, neon green, and orange lights that played around them making vision like a kaleidoscope with the towers as there personal dance floor. we were sitting in the street near the gutter poking at yellow frogs that were eating wet, old, slightly moldy cigarette butts. they would make a gurrgle or would speek when we prodded them with random items from the gutter(chris had a long bendy straw and i had a droopy piece of cardboard). chris had his arm around me and i felt safe and so light like nothing was bad and we could just float and just be in this place. chirs poked a particularly fat frog and it broke out into "drop it drop it low girl, drop it drop it low girl"
this was the solid foundation waking me up at 4am with a car wash complete with drunken crack dealers and hoes.
this was the solid foundation waking me up at 4am with a car wash complete with drunken crack dealers and hoes.