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Blessed are the guardians who dare to produce reality from the fantasies of the kept. ~ Barbara Ann took a gamble on her child. A computer programmer fronted the expenses for a dreamer’s two-week trial period in the west. A poet’s mother booked a hotel room at the Holiday Inn LAX. D.J.’s parent paid for […]

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– dancing to dua lipa –

Tuesday morning at the Kawada Hotel, DTLA: The love of my life, for now, and I awaken from slumber. We play around in bed, discuss this dirty thing and that dirty thing, play around again, discuss taking a shower, and play around so more. I profess my adoration for a special Albanian-English woman, magnificence in […]

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– foggy sunday –

  Any weather in Los Angeles that is not sunny and/or blisteringly hot has become a bit unsettling to me, a bit abnormal it seems. Imagine one Sunday morn looking out of a window to view the most fog-filled day seen since you first stepped foot on California soil. You hear the alarm bell in […]

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– infectious –

Let me make you ill with delight. I’m bizarre, humble, love to sing and dance when there’s no music playing, will pass you tissues when you cry about issues, and I dream like no other. Take the cotton candy from my clouds of magic.  Devour them when needed, most especially on your days filled with […]

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– the language of the unstable –

Hear them on the streets, in the alleys, on the Metro… conversing solely with themselves. Laughter. Ire. Discomfort, with a gibberish only a toddler would understand. I once read on a conspiracy theorist webpage that they are allegedly communicating with the demons of Los Angeles, chosen and tormented because they’re homeless, and who would believe […]

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