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soul coughing and stars. current song: screenwriter's blues by soul coughing exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers jewels cleaving skin between breasts your cadillac breathes 400 horses under bluelines you are going to receda to make love to a model from ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is on and the radio man is speaking and the radio man says women were a curse so men built paramount studios and men built columbia studios and men built los angeles it is 5 am and you are listening to los angeles and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there and the radio man says rock and roll lives and the radio man says it is a beautiful night in los angeles you live in los angeles and you are going to receda we are all in some way or another going to receda someday to die and the radio man laughs because the radio man fucks a model too gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love gone savage for teenagers who are asthetically pleasing in other words flies los angeles becons the teenagers to come to her on buses los angeles loves love it is 5 am and you are listening to los angeles i am going to los angeles to build a screeenplay about lovers who murder each other i am going to los angeles to see my own name on a screen 5 feet long and luminous as the radio man says it is 5 am and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet it is 5 am and you are listening to los angeles you are listening to los angeles i love feeling small and childlike, gazing upwards at the towers that men have created. i love wondering at the world that humans have built, crashing as hard as possible into the world that was here first. frames of steel covered in glass that twist and grow as high as gravity will allow. towers and cables and beams pointing upwards to something bigger than everything else. and the universe's own electrical web shining down from the expanse of space, competing with man-made fire. billions and billions and billions... and the watchful eye of the moon was absent tonight; she is new tonight. it was a pity. a full moon would have made the scene even more breathtaking. i guess i'll have to take the drive out that way on the 15th. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
