Friday, July 27, 2007

July 27

Guest writers!!


Today: hot oven. No clouds. No moisture. Even palm trees look dead.
Oh and a million tons of car exhaust with no place to go

today l.a. fucked with my emotions. for one reason or another, it teased me like a hot latin lover whispering promises of cool breezes and soft cloud covers. but no, like the days before and surely the days after, it started with a slow swaying of the hips and ended with the blasting of shiny brass trumpets. I'm feeling hot! hot! hot!

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