Stories about the people, places and things that make up the city of Angels.
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The middle class enjoys the quaintness of the boho chic coffee shops and restaurants, but it despises the drug paraphernalia adorning the sidewalks.
These complicated ten foot totem pole puzzles would confound even the cleverest inhabitants of Carroll’s Wonderland.
Kaleidoscopic splotches of throbbing pain pierced through the black that had impaired my vision.
Women have an excuse to wear their fashionable raincoats and boots and their reservoir-tipped beanies.
Her bun sways back and forth like a palm tree in a storm. This palm tree lies on the unreachable island that is her mind.
Nothing but the truth crosses the threshold of her mouth because that’s all that remains.
The filth that imbues these decrepit structures transmits a blasé sentiment to its inhabitants.
I do derive some form of pleasure from seeing people using headphones to take personal calls.
You could say that LA is another city that suffers from insomnia.
Do people still journal with quill and parchment?
People have let their dogs down by not treating them with dignity and respect.
Vegan brownies and green tea were flowing like wine and semen at a Greek orgy.
LA is a city where thousands of people drive thousands of thousand pound vehicles that guzzle thousands of dollars in gas.
Most people perceive themselves as “good people” and others as inherently good.
I found his choice of fonts very peculiar as they reflected a level of premeditation and a rudimentary knowledge of design.