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Or: How I learned to stop worrying and love global warming.

The Burning Hills of Los Angeles

My tattoo ink was drying upon my endangered lunch. Infinite content choices and lonely ruts. 

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I’ve got the news feed blues, sun escapes and slowly juts above the fireplace that is LA. 

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“Hope you make it out alive” is one of my top ten phrases to say. 

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