You ask me if I live here...
Indeed,
I sleep, breathe, bleed and succeed in Los Angeles,
But I need to see beyond this City of Angels
To the city of angles:
Different angles of perception;
The city of inception,
Conception
(Immaculate or otherwise),
The city called Paradise,
Where it all began
Before we departed for these parts
Only to be partitioned from each other:
Sister from sister, brother from brother
Split apart into parts of black and white,
And brown and yellow...
And angry, and mellow,
Never realizing that we are birds of a feather,
So we should flock together under the wings
Of these angels
To stay alive in Los Angeles.
I am an angel in Los Angeles.
My...
Just in case you didn't know, Isloation is just to your left. Over there . . . just past . . . Loneliness and right before Bitterness.
So watch you ass that you don't end up over there.