My beautiful city. My first love. I cannot escape from the tight grip you've got me under. Your eyes are too dreamy to look away for too long. And even when you disregard my heart with traffic and gloomy skies I still come running back to you. You send your lovers on long windy roads full of detours and pot holes but each and every one of us believe in our naive hearts that we can overlook your flaws! Your melodies saturate the air and I fall in love with you all over again. I try to act like you don't mean much, that I'd rather run away from you and never return, but you've got a way of luring me back with your sunshine, bright colors and hypnotizing music. It's not always beautiful but unlike most, I can say that I can wear my summer skin the majority of the year.
So Superwoman and I, ahem, Mystic Moon and I had the great realization that living in our city is like dating a musician (no offense Nush). Dammit dammit dammit. I always fall for the creative ones.
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No offense taken.. because not only musicians, but artists are fucked up.
Watch me travel the world.. & come right back. Fuck, I love this city.
When's the big earthquake gonna shake up the tourists ? Ahahaha I'd love to see them scatter out of Hollywood.
I have taught you well . . . we need earthquakes, fires, and a big ass riot.
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