this is your city filled with pigeons dogs and the likes of you children i have bred wild children of the zodiac keepers moon howlers zoo keepers of your selves
through my gutters there has never been a dainty lady that has crossed i am not bent to subscribe to what chains me daughter here are my children
waste makes haste to a life that is riddled by pain we are strong we are one but we can’t be here forever keep me i am your queen little angels in designer jeans
forever rip roaring renegade chingona silver screen teen dream exalted to the clouds of gasoline el lay dismay you will not subscribe to fantasy when i am right in front of you
words less spoken 
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aww thanks ☺🧡 blessings and strength to u friend xoxoxo
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I always like your posts, but this one really grabs me for some reason…
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with this piece i pretend LA is talking to us then crying out for help as a native who has only spent a 1/3 of her life living elsewhere I’ve come to see an unprecedented deterioration of the physical city and of an incredibly large amount of people the shine of Hollywood has worn off. but the Queen still carries on with her head held high via the spirit of us common non media nonpolitically folks. Thanks for reading friend xo
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