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dark skies in the city of angels

Submitted by Kracka at 2006-05-29 14:25:31 EDT
Rating: 1.66 on 9 ratings (9 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

a friend of mine wrote this (i think) and i am posting it for him at his request.

It rained in Los Angeles last night. I laughed as I jumped over
small rivers and marveled at the smell of wet pavement. The potholes
in the worn streets and sidewalks became black, rainbow filled lagoons
from the oil that slicks the roads every day. Rain doesn't happen
here very often. In fact, it almost drives the City of Angels
underground in disbelief and discomfort. Perhaps it is a startling
thing to smell the earth, flowers and metallic buildings swirling
around us like a bizarre new perfume. We become so used to the
fragrance of dust, automobile exhaust and smog that anything else is
foreign. From the rain, the streets are cleansed and the air becomes
crisp and clean. To gaze at the city from the top of a mountain,
glittering through the downpour of rain is an awesome sight. The
buildings glitter with every falling raindrop, and from afar the
towers proudly wear their halo of mist and artificial light for the
city to see.

I have fallen in love with this town, with its dirt, traffic and
ever present hazy sky. There is something exciting about living in a
city that is the size of a small state. The pride that wells up from
the realization that you are living on your own is not to be compared
with anything else. Battle scars are worn like tribal tattoos for
those of us that have made the journey to our new home. Los Angeles
is a city of angels…a city that harbors the misfits, the righteous and
the fallen angels.

Last night's rain brought a feeling of nostalgia through me. My
childhood was threaded with thunderstorms that terrified every cell in
my little body. I would hide under the covers and hope for the
survival of my family and dog. My mom would always tell me that they
were beautiful. When I finally emerged from the sanctuary that was my
comforter, I realized that she was right. The lightening, rain and
thunder have started to bring comfort to me. They make the world seem
clean and exciting again, as if the rain had washed away the troubled
times and battered emotions.

It rained last night in the City of Angels.

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Submitted by Crystle at 2006-05-30 15:20:22 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Here... pass this +2 back to your friend who wrote it.. 'twas good!

Submitted by PMN at 2006-05-29 22:15:30 EDT (#)
Rating: 0

I love kracka, too

Submitted by I_love_Kracka at 2006-05-29 21:50:19 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

we will see you in 4-5 months, and if ur back in time - chicago marathon

Submitted by retrospect at 2006-05-29 19:07:02 EDT (#)
Rating: 1

seems like something the RHCP would sing about

Submitted by TigerLilly at 2006-05-29 18:55:29 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Awesome! I love it.

Submitted by hairycoo at 2006-05-29 18:42:32 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

nice one mate. hope ur going well n stuff

Submitted by ajdfjhdgjks at 2006-05-29 15:22:05 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Fucking A man, I like this.

Submitted by Bubba2341 at 2006-05-29 15:16:45 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Very good.

Submitted by Earth Collapse at 2006-05-29 14:53:53 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I just masturbated, and it felt really good.

Burns: Well, Simpson, I must say, once you're been through something
like that with a person, you never want to see that person again.

Homer: You said it, you weirdo.

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