I have to say, as fake as this city is, it redeems itself without fail.
Last night my friend I and I drove in circles for ages because mapquest lies, always.
Our destination was a fairyland-looking garden of a pale Indian pink apartment building in Hollywood, overgrown with trumpeting flower trees and ferns and white lanterns blowing in the wind.
Our destination was a fairyland-looking garden of a pale Indian pink apartment building in Hollywood, overgrown with trumpeting flower trees and ferns and white lanterns blowing in the wind.
EXITMUSIC played a set in outside, and it was so worth risking a flu relapse for. EXITMUSIC has the lovliest, darkest, most sensual sound; like dirty words murmured in minor chords, or maybe mind-blowing sex on a hospital bed. By the way, I've been to a mess of awful holiday get-togethers lately. Wasn't really digging on it this year, until last night. Not to mention that now my house smells like pine and spices mmmmmmm.
I'd discovered EXITMUSIC over the summer, at a warm, sunny Venice party with a cold one in my hand. Guess my love is year-round.
This is my favorite time of year. Soon, we will restart our family tradition of going to preschool and telling them in graphic detail about the origins of the Santa suit. Germanic pagan tribes used to perform animistic ceremonies in winter, in which the shaman would wear an animal's skin, turning over the flesh at the neck and wrists. All that red isn't dyed wool-it's the bloody underside of animal skin, the white trim is the other side. True story, my uncle told me (not when I was in preschool, though.)
This is my favorite time of year. Soon, we will restart our family tradition of going to preschool and telling them in graphic detail about the origins of the Santa suit. Germanic pagan tribes used to perform animistic ceremonies in winter, in which the shaman would wear an animal's skin, turning over the flesh at the neck and wrists. All that red isn't dyed wool-it's the bloody underside of animal skin, the white trim is the other side. True story, my uncle told me (not when I was in preschool, though.)
Oh man I wish I could go through with that just one year.
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