September 2011
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“[L.A. music:] It’s the sound of aggression with soul, the sound of sadness,...”
– from the article “John Graney’s Surf Power Pop & ‘Tropical Goth’” by Eli Kooris.
It’s beautiful statements like this that make me miss L.A. the most.
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the weather seemed fitting for the day—overcast and gloomy with a chance of rain. i walked to the grocery store on the opposite side of the street because i didn’t feel like walking through the neighborhood crew. they had placed little American flags on every fence post surrounding their building the day before, and i had wondered what brought on the sudden source of Pride. when i woke...
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to kill a mockingbird.
**editor’s note: semi-spoiler alert!! but we’ve all at least read the book before, right?**
“Daylight…in my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood was busy. Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man...
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life pains.
me: my back hurts! right here...
you: you got bit by an alien!
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