Post Cards From The City Of Lights
Dear So and So,
As soon as we arrived we went to a concert. A really lame concert at some famous auditorium. Hollywood Bowl perhaps, I really don't know. Shitty American Band and Shitty American Beer.
Then we met up with some local type who gave us the obligatory tour. Yawn. The latest fad down here is apartments themed like college dorms. Trophy cases in the lobbies, really small units with hot plates, and hall lockers. The trend is away from the beach houses and towards pseudo-dorms. Incomprehensible.
Most of my time is spent in the back seat of a car going from stupid place to stupid place knowing that the real action is above the horizon but they haven't invented heli-cars yet... soooooo.... Who's car, was I in? I dunno. And then...
The Moon Arrived.
Maybe it was the smog refracting the Moonlight and maybe it was the mushrooms blending the neon into the sky... but we all saw it and we all saw the same damndest thing. The Moon danced above the hills of Hollywood. It's corona phased from red to blue to purple, it's aurora from lightning strike to rainstorm to heat wave. I have never seen the Moon behave this way before (except in my dreams and once while awake I witnessed a lunar eclipse in which the moon was reflected across the sky 9 times. For one frightening moment our planet had nine moons).
We watched the Moon traverse from new to full to new again. The three of us were transfixed like apes beneath a monolith. This was the Moon's true face. The Moon was sending a message and we were the only ones paying attention. And then, with lettering bold and varied the messages came, displayed across its fiery icey face. After each message Danny howled with comprehension and joy shouting out the parts of the messages that were kicking open his doors with the greatest force. The L.A. guy was trying to pretend that this happens all the time. I cried at the magic. I don't remember all of the messages consciously but I know they're stored in me some where for some purpose. I do remember the parts of the message that Danny shouted out so vigorously that the sounds still echo in my cave.
"Memorize Me # Look Me Up"
"Re Flex! Merely Look In Your Glass"
"Re Member? For Memberation."
"? Hookhan ? Ukhan ? "
"Prime Palm Stripe Comes, Altimeter Is Carded
"Afterklog: Permsenta"
"this space for rent"
So... there you go. The Message has been delivered.
from the city of angeles
moonboy
As soon as we arrived we went to a concert. A really lame concert at some famous auditorium. Hollywood Bowl perhaps, I really don't know. Shitty American Band and Shitty American Beer.
Then we met up with some local type who gave us the obligatory tour. Yawn. The latest fad down here is apartments themed like college dorms. Trophy cases in the lobbies, really small units with hot plates, and hall lockers. The trend is away from the beach houses and towards pseudo-dorms. Incomprehensible.
Most of my time is spent in the back seat of a car going from stupid place to stupid place knowing that the real action is above the horizon but they haven't invented heli-cars yet... soooooo.... Who's car, was I in? I dunno. And then...
The Moon Arrived.
Maybe it was the smog refracting the Moonlight and maybe it was the mushrooms blending the neon into the sky... but we all saw it and we all saw the same damndest thing. The Moon danced above the hills of Hollywood. It's corona phased from red to blue to purple, it's aurora from lightning strike to rainstorm to heat wave. I have never seen the Moon behave this way before (except in my dreams and once while awake I witnessed a lunar eclipse in which the moon was reflected across the sky 9 times. For one frightening moment our planet had nine moons).
We watched the Moon traverse from new to full to new again. The three of us were transfixed like apes beneath a monolith. This was the Moon's true face. The Moon was sending a message and we were the only ones paying attention. And then, with lettering bold and varied the messages came, displayed across its fiery icey face. After each message Danny howled with comprehension and joy shouting out the parts of the messages that were kicking open his doors with the greatest force. The L.A. guy was trying to pretend that this happens all the time. I cried at the magic. I don't remember all of the messages consciously but I know they're stored in me some where for some purpose. I do remember the parts of the message that Danny shouted out so vigorously that the sounds still echo in my cave.
"Memorize Me # Look Me Up"
"Re Flex! Merely Look In Your Glass"
"Re Member? For Memberation."
"? Hookhan ? Ukhan ? "
"Prime Palm Stripe Comes, Altimeter Is Carded
"Afterklog: Permsenta"
"this space for rent"
So... there you go. The Message has been delivered.
from the city of angeles
moonboy
posted by steve at 8:52 AM
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