20110415

volcanic love

L.A. yes, i'm learning to love thee: the traffic jams, compacted amounts of time to get from here to there, cars honking, nose picking, the stalling cars lined up on grey concrete freeway structures smogging the lining of the clouds.  I used to imagine photoshopped male genitalia, a pair of sweaty balls resting upon the backs of workers' cars, shuttling back and forth from suburb to city and back again.  A city of many cities: each enclave bursting from the seams of its own particular smells of spice, sweat, and work ethic.  My experience here is multi-fold, a mosaic of moments, a relationship on the rocks, the further I've run from her, the closer and longer I end up trying to figure her out, like a volatile lover.

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