Parchment Paper

Tropical house plants decorate the shelter out front for topical treatments. The oven light is left on while mixed up people are thrown around on the paramount parchment. Nothing sticks in the material therapy. Be still while waiting to rise. A jewel pod lit with the latest lipstick. Quick rips from pointy tips blow by the intersection at Larchmont.

The smallest Mayberry village keeps the Illusion of Perfection. Lost in the beat surrounded by LA’s bigger bullies ready to pillage and pounce every ounce of affordability. Underneath the gleaming top, Citizen Same sleeps on the sidewalk like a smoked chili for here and soon to go. Music through the night, Svjeda like Mike Kellogg strings classical ballads together while the piano pieces simulate peace throughout star friendly neighborhoods where LA personality is not what you picture.