Hey kiddos.
Lovely evening in Koreatown tonight. Listening to the distant ring of some ancient alarm, the flow of imaginary cars, but the quietness of a dark room. Peaceful.
Ok enough with the crap - nobody wants the poetry shiza. Truth is I'm lying on a partially-deflated mattress on my friend Sophie's carpet, somewhere along the 7th floor of her Koreatown (aka Larchmont) accomodations. In 5 hours Dan and Sophie and myself will be sleepily on our way to the land of rocks covered in twisty-trunked tree demons, also referred to as Joshua Tree.
But the real business of the day is the biting discontent that has been left to knaw away at my thoughts and red insides. It's not fun to have a taste of what could make you extremely happy, then watch it (feel it) be taken away in the clip of a second. Once you've seen the elephant, there is no escaping the dream.
I see elephants. Little pretty ones with sparkly brown eyes. Strong, intense ones commanding respect. Sweet, precious ones pursuing their rouge lips. Sturdy green ones racked and ready. Stout and bearded ones laying longevity in bricks up a hill. Sad, white ones cowering and struggling. Coupled elephants. Wandering elephant rangers. Local, music-loving elephants.
One huge elephant, looking over your head with merciless tusks impossible to tame.
One surrealistically beautiful elephant dazzling you, fooling you, haunting you, considerig you.
One older, wiser elephant. Sitting back in his chair, watching, waiting. Curious about your fate
That's it. I'll tell you more later. Goodnight
Migz
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