dance yourself clean

by Rachel Lynch in


the organ beats, the sounds of the garden move us back into the city. Drai is here from Hollywood and we open the ceremony with war paint on our faces. We know this weekend was an overdose of culture. Thursday night I took a small detour and ended up buying a disposable camera. Apparently I've used up the roll and I'll carry its little secrets down to the CVS tomorrow morning.

Come out and see our city, we're an army of flying colors, performing tricks and collecting things for the next world. I wish you could be one of us, rupture your home life and forge your own. You can go make all the money you want, but we're just fine living what is really life.