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Blundstones & Sparkling Water

A woman in dirty Blundstones makes eye contact over a forty-eight pack of sparkling water, and an ordinary Costco run begins to reorganize itself around her. What follows is a deranged sequence of pesto, patio furniture, hot dog theology, and one deeply unearned interest in kayak ownership.

“She seemed built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

— Neon Déjà Vu

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

— Under Her Frayed Hem

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

— Siete Cerillos Apagados

Blundstones & Sparkling Water

WRITING THE CALIFORNIA FEVER DREAM

“She seemed built from parts of L.A. you only ever saw at 3AM: cigarette burns, sodium lamps, motel pools reflecting nothing but static.”

“L.A.’s basically’s held together by duct tape and earthquakes.”

“The Taco Truck on Santa Monica Boulevard was a living thing.”

“West Hollywood at noon felt like standing under a blowtorch: the kind of heat that makes the air hum, where the palm trees look plastic and the asphalt ripples like its trying to swallow itself whole.”

a love letter with a lit match tucked inside ♡

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