pretty things with pretty wings

i woke up this morning, drank my cup of coffee and said ok, time to return to the scene of the crime. its funny how in twenty four hours the smoke can clear - literally... how you can giggle your way through anything. after all, daylight is an amnesiac of all things prior.
i went to take my monster out for a walk and found myself in a record shop across the street from my apartment. i must have spent half an hour there grazing through dusty vinyl. whatever happened to those days - where instant gratification wasn't admired or even considered. society makes things too easy. los angeles makes things too easy.
so in a fantasy world of pretty eyes and pretty things which come too easy, i take repose in being a hard rock and a gem.

the hunt

oh no she didn't!


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