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Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Invalid Item" ![]() Tourist You swim against the current, tourist, trying to get somewhere you wouldn't usually go. Take the 101 or the 210, or for the lights and glamour, take Sunset. They're just scent marks, guiding us loyal pups, us locals, back to the teats of the city, where we can suck a few more years off of our lives. Such good children we are. You, you're just symbiotic parasites, caught in the thrall of the rotating lights, the smell of kabobs, laughter, and exhaust that permeates our air. You laugh at Superman, who wanders in front of the Kodak with Batman and a few others. You can't see the sweat beneath the suit, the desperation in his breath, the way the locals avoid his crazy eyes. You buy souvenirs and hot dogs that we won't. You provide the cash, we provide the flash. Hollywood's a fun town, if you're just passing through, someone throwing scraps to the pigeons, the homeless, and the locals. We have to work here, to fight against the undertow every dawn, and again at dusk to nest at night in the Valley, just outside the god- awful stench of Hollywood. The sign in the hills looks down, making sure you're all having a good time. That we're all working for our nickel, knowing that it’s plated. I know where you need to go, tourist. Take the 101 to the 210 and head east out of here. Just don't take the scenic route. It's not worth it. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Be sure to check out this author:Mavis Moog ![]() ![]() Things are beautiful if you love them. - Jean Anouilh |