Trees dot the hills in ways only Dr. Seuss could imagine.
Sunsets that take my breath away.
So ugly on the ground.
So beautiful in the sky.
My LA
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musings and rantings on all that matters and all that doesn't
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Sorry, but you'll always have some E. 5th Street between A & B in you. I know, it's the Peter Pan in me speaking--and I have my own issues on that front--but I just can't get used to the idea of you out there. And, for the love of God, LIKING IT! It's not a rip, just more of a lament. Good luck!
dude, I liked it when I was here in the 90s. I miss NY. Heard Rock and Roll on radio and wished I was coming through the Holland Tunnel and headed to East Village.
But then I wish I had a smoke and was at the B&G and those days are gone. So here I am.
And I have no idea what the fuck any of this means
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