This evil Los Angeles. Run down low life strip malls spread on and on between ethnic enclaves.
Youthful spirit and ignorance.

Pools upon backyard pools, while the desert sun spreads more youth through the holy trinity- yoga, plastic surgery, and pills – for all ages, at the end of the holy pilgrimage, manifest destiny for the soul, for the heart of America, for spreading our ways, our loves, our ideals across the US one blockbuster at a time, spreading our wars, our guns, and our babes across the whole world, reflecting a nation’s mad desires, spitting into the abyss of self-ignorance, passing off responsibility to the notions of freedom, enchanting the playboys with ford models, addicts with the streets, the border, the sex, the allure, the depression,
the grind of beauty against the axe of different modes of distribution, mass marketing appeal of the few who make the trek, who drink the water, who survive in the bungalows of Hollywood, or those who flee to the protection of the valley, from the wealth of Beverly Hills, the Huntington railroads, the giant octopus wrapping its beak around the face of diversity, happiness, and originality drinking the blood of the innocent like Vlad Dracula, the destroyer and invader of central Europe,
come one come all to the firework display of the red sun setting in fire to the million dollar trailer parks of Malibu, from blinking red lights of brakes upon brakes, 10 million folk sharing nothing, fighting for nothing, building nothing but impermanence in a desert of dreams.

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