“they love to hate” yet we hate to love. the fear of love at it purest form. the mindless gaping apes, their mean meaningless words with their “meaningful lives,” the intoxicated media with the mediocre lies they feed these deluded apes, filled our plates with such shallow lies. but when will the lies be recognised, when the truth is something so riddled by all.
the real LA, the real angelenos, are so full of love and culture and genuineness. unfortunately though it is also a gathering place for people with their head up their asses and who have no other goals than to be more known than the next person.
I am leaving LA too for a year -to take a break from the madness and distractions -after being here for 4. It's an odd culture in it's own bubble. Thank you for sharing!
….you should return to LA. Perhaps if there were more gods like you weaving threads of magic…emanating from your enchanting poems, beauty and seductive songs…it truly would be a dream within a dream.
….man you kinda. summed up all my feelings in one go. really nice work here, thanks for putting out something that really touches on that rawness and anger and rage against the whole rat-race put-upon la vibe. seeing it expressed and vocalized helps lessen the feeling of it, in a way. i’m glad i found this site
Never been to LA but resonate with that so much. Escaping something, somewhere, someone always follows me no matter how much I drink, take or physical distance I put between me and it. Until I confront it and look at it straight in the eye accepting it will always follow me and be a part of me.
People become the wildlife, trapped in gilded cages.
I was so immersed in your writing that I didn’t hear the bank teller trying to get my attention- thank you for this welcomed distraction
Beautiful anger
"They are the tongueless mindless no-ones"
This is 90% of social Media people...
Such beautiful anger. Thanks for sharing this.
You pretty much summed up why I never wanted to move to LA even though I've always been an artist. Thank you 👌
I felt that
i feel like ive just experienced the world through your eyes. i hope sometimes it is filled with beautiful things instead of beautifully angering ones
“they love to hate” yet we hate to love. the fear of love at it purest form. the mindless gaping apes, their mean meaningless words with their “meaningful lives,” the intoxicated media with the mediocre lies they feed these deluded apes, filled our plates with such shallow lies. but when will the lies be recognised, when the truth is something so riddled by all.
the real LA, the real angelenos, are so full of love and culture and genuineness. unfortunately though it is also a gathering place for people with their head up their asses and who have no other goals than to be more known than the next person.
This is amazing
I am leaving LA too for a year -to take a break from the madness and distractions -after being here for 4. It's an odd culture in it's own bubble. Thank you for sharing!
….you should return to LA. Perhaps if there were more gods like you weaving threads of magic…emanating from your enchanting poems, beauty and seductive songs…it truly would be a dream within a dream.
As you grow older, the anger somehow changes to laughter. Laughter of how true the adage is: Youth is wasted on the young.
….man you kinda. summed up all my feelings in one go. really nice work here, thanks for putting out something that really touches on that rawness and anger and rage against the whole rat-race put-upon la vibe. seeing it expressed and vocalized helps lessen the feeling of it, in a way. i’m glad i found this site
Never been to LA but resonate with that so much. Escaping something, somewhere, someone always follows me no matter how much I drink, take or physical distance I put between me and it. Until I confront it and look at it straight in the eye accepting it will always follow me and be a part of me.