Hello dear friends, For those who were wondering, and those who e-mailed or posted comments and inquired.
I’ve been away.
Sorry for the silence for the past few months.
Since May I’ve been on an extended vacation, slash, work-study tour of Los Angeles, the city of the fallen angels.
All is well with me, and with you too, I hope. Thanks for asking!
I have plenty to share, of course. Where to begin?
Los Angeles is the imitation of a city, a trash pile of the used and discarded. LA is in the business of fantasy and pleasure, not solid values. They built a mighty industry on the basis of it. It is a city completely without charm or subtlety, at its best a Babylon of the gutter. LA is the sort of place you can go to lose yourself in the urging of the moment and to serve yourself up willingly as a sacrifice to the demon-gods of carnal cravings.
They’ll tell you that in Southern California anyone can remake themselves; any one can make it. Maybe so, maybe no, maybe make you, maybe break you. One thing is for sure, and make no mistake about it; Angelinos like to fuck, not with amore, but with headboard banging thrusts.
In LA, fucking is everything it should be, not hidden away in the filthy alleys of the mind, but rather in its proper place, out in the open for the whole planet to fondle and see.
In short, LA is the perfect place for a bitch like me to spend her summer vacation, and so dear friends, if you missed me, rest assured I’m back and better off for all the nasty wear and tear.
Hugs and kisses to you all!
2 comments:
Well come back.
I am very glad to see you back and posting. I live in one of those miles and miles of suburbs to the east of Los Angeles, and you hit the nail on the head with your description of what it is like here. I hope you got out of LA what you wanted.
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