I may sound contrived, but I really despise living in Los Angeles. Sure, I was born and raised here, but in all honesty, it's no place I want to stay. I've been itching to Kerouac it outta here for some time, but the low-to-no funds thing kinda makes it difficult, if not impossible. So I stick around, but I dream of laying in fields of swaying tall grass and picking daisies from an entire field of flowers in Idaho or somewhere just as rural. Regardless, I always find myself picking random street-side flowers and making my own small bouquets to let dry and leave around the house in random objects. This is the epitome of what I've always imagined...
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