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There's a cosmonautical indication of the arrival.

Ain't talking about no mother ship. Seems to slip more in the trip

    				     of where she finds 
	herself/In this moment of time. 
				Here in Los Angeles.

Quartz city shimmer inna brink future.

Excited to think herself an alien in the city told (sold) to be built for glimmer glamour never stammer succes. Only to find instead the buildings, streets Real about a fade. Fade from wornout tired tear. Bygone days. City gleams instead through the many people's mingling of words, smells, sounds, tastes, sees. Mixed into the shimmer silver screen stuckup truck on billboards everywhere: hollywood for rich white people--the jobs, the imag(in)ed stories. The actual fuckin street bending with the weight of dirty false promises; cinderfaced street punks squatting on las palmas/faces pockmarked from sugar amphetemine dream of what's gonna be.
and she
finds herself slipping around on quartz city oz lane enamored with the palm trees and cypress leaves which aren't from here neither.

The people who this place was home have all been killed and i bet if you took a photograph of every single palm tree in a twenty mile square area and looked closely at the bark on the trunks you'd see the scars. Uplifted, uprooted, los angeles city of angels is so named in spanish tongue cause there's a lot of people here who are dying to survive.

The next millenium will be about tearing down the walls of the homeg revolution.1 Transmitting fierce fire and brimstone from eyesmouthsfists and shaking down the lie that they belong here more than we. This is all over the place I know. Consult thomas guide for the warp drive.

1. Homegrown revolution received from Mike Davis via City of Quartz. Great book.