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i have enough mastery of the language to realize that i am sick and fucking tired of words.
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i have always wanted to move to cali. it just sounds so fun, its like if your in a chat room or something and you see someone from cali, you think they must be cool cuz they live in cali. its too cold in illinois
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California A woman cannot drive a car while she is dressed in a house-coat. It is illegal to set a mousetrap without a hunting license. It is illegal for anyone to try and stop a child from playfully jumping over puddles of water. Belvedere: "No dog shall be in a public place without its master on a leash." Blythe: A person must own at least two cows before he is permitted to wear cowboy boots in public. Hollywood: It is illegal to drive more than 2000 sheep down Hollywood Bouleward simultanously. L.A.: A man can legally beat his wife with a leather strap, as long as it is less than two inches wide, or she gives him permission to use a wider strap, preferably in advance. L.A.: You cannot bathe two babies in the same tub at the same time. L.A.: If robbing a bank, shooting at the teller with a water gun is prohibited. Okland: Illegal to rob a birds nest from a public cemetery. Ventura County: Cats and dogs are not allowed to have sex without a permit.
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there is nothing "cool" about CA everything is hot. everything is dirty. im too hard on it, i know. but im so sick of LA and the cars going by the fast pace the fake dreams and never finding a green space. it's never quiet. i live in a world of noise. i don't believe in stars because ive never seen them. i don't believe in a blue sky. don't you know it's grey?
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hsg
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CA does_not_equal LA
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secretary
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find that california. blue sky the misty woods sprawling and damp see the stars see the state the hot of the sun is forgetten in the shade of redwoods giant and pulsing with life swaying and creaking roots and moss the mountains remeniscent majestic snowcapped and looming streams and falls veins of minerals melting, rushing sweltering heat and dry watering eyes the miraculous survival of animals and plants in barren stretching hot-sand deserts the beaches sandy and warm or cloudy and cold personal and crowded endlessly rolling the salt-water titan even the spiraling towers of the cities vast and grey densely populated have a home between stretching highways the people here are different easy, high maintenance, busy, laid-back fast talkers slow drivers in california here i was born and here i have lived in cities of trees or nestled in bays surrounded by wonder i need only travel my state to learn to see the microcosmic mirror of a larger world
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jaen
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sigh........ & now it just reminds everyone of that stupid song
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jane
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{typoqueen}
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crOwl
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ventura, la conchita, carpenteria, ojai. casitas springs, rose valley, oakview, rincon, montecito...santa barbara...my home, stomping grounds and spiritual awakening from 1979 to 1989.
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thankfully I will be going on my trip to California(which I've been trying to go on for the last year and a half) in February to see the_magnetic_fields (and hopefully a friend of mine the next day) in concert. I'm a California native who has been making house in random states for the past few years. I hope to move back next year. we'll see. for now, I look forward to being back in the bay_area again for a week or so.
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leif
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I want to see the colours of your skies.
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♡
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they would reflect in your eyes.
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unhinged
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give my brother a decent job so he can fucking finally start paying his own bills and pay me back all the goddamn money he owes me so i can take a day off occasionally. working seven days a week is getting really old
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raze
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natalie wrote a song with this name that i think goes some way toward making up for all the lame california songs out there ("going to california" doesn't count. that's a good one). it has nothing to do with california. she doesn't once sing the word california. it's about her grandfather dying, and wondering about the parts of his heart she never got to see. come to think of it, i can't remember why she called the song "california" in the first place.
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raze
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i still don't know why she gave this song the name she did, but i just listened to it again for the first time in half a decade. it still gets to me. this part especially: "what was your favourite beatles album? and who did you dream of late at night?" questions she'll never know the answers to. i kind of wish the piano wasn't drifting out of tune when we recorded it. but maybe the drift adds more than it takes away. maybe. it lives over here: https://vimeo.com/136758496
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kerry
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we drove through what he calls “steinbeck country.” he said the last time he was there, when he was riding his motorcycle in the early morning and got separated from the group, he crested a hill and there was the landscape spread below, like a painting, he said. he’d never seen anything like it. i think it was this hill, let’s go to the top, i’ll show you the view. it was beautiful. a quilt, with stones scattered in the dry grass, crooked and ancient-looking, like weathered old tombstones. it didn’t look quite like this, he said. maybe it was the light, he said, maybe it’s too late in the day. california is too far away. i’ve wondered if i should have stayed, but that was over ten years ago. i have wondered if it’s something under my feet, something in the ground, which draws me back over and over. california is where it began, where he began, and where the plane crashed into laguna before it was covered in mansions and yoga studios. mendocino to oakland, oakland to sacramento, sacramento to fresno, fresno to orange, orange to fullerton and villa park. orange groves and surfing, amoeba records, a drive through beverly hills for the hell of it. when i go to georgia i still feel like i’m home. but it doesn’t call to me, not like california.
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what's it to you?
who
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