SF Mem 10
I don't miss San Francisco: 17 Reasons
1. What is the opposite of nostomania. (I learned this word the other week from word-of-the-day). nostalgia equals stasis equals no where left to run to. I want to go where they're still building and burning down love, still burning down love.
2. I heart LA.
3. I don't want to freeze like Walt Disney or Mark Twain, cryogenically entombed, a simpering sliver of never-scintillating summer to remember my name, any name.
4. They have a saying about this town, but I never knew what it was.
5. Maybe it went something like: Too many good men shanghaied, bagdhaded, haight-ashburied, western-additioned, their hopes Dashielled in the Hammets.
6. Never look back, lest you turn into a pillar of finishing salt to be pinched and plated on a fifty dollar entree at gary denko's for the heirs and heiresses of the western seaboard.
7. My hopes and aspirations withered and died—no, they were murdered—here in this city—Burn all the bridges down to the pillars, let no one leave this island once I've gone——silly rabbit, that's not me, that's that megalomaniac with the hemp jumpsuit and the 99-cent-store superpowers, this town (i.e., all those johns) left a bad taste in his mouth, like drinking OJ after having just gargled listerine.
8, 9, and 10: Cow hollow, Pac Heights, the Marina.
11. Hipsters never die, they buzz around like flies.
12. Have you seen those prices? At those prices, I'll have a lien on my soul before the next boom buries me for good.
13. I will come back to die here if I don't die somewhere else first.
14. I know where they store the rainbow flags off season. I know the garage where, the week after pride, they fold all 525 flags into 21 boxes, each box with a handful of cedar shavings. I know where pride hibernates for 11 months of the year and it beats horribly like the telltale heart.
15. Hippies never die, they buzz around like hipsters.
16. The burritos keep getting bigger and bigger, like little baby bunting.
17. My friends are always with me in everything I believe and everything I do, no matter where we end up.
1. What is the opposite of nostomania. (I learned this word the other week from word-of-the-day). nostalgia equals stasis equals no where left to run to. I want to go where they're still building and burning down love, still burning down love.
2. I heart LA.
3. I don't want to freeze like Walt Disney or Mark Twain, cryogenically entombed, a simpering sliver of never-scintillating summer to remember my name, any name.
4. They have a saying about this town, but I never knew what it was.
5. Maybe it went something like: Too many good men shanghaied, bagdhaded, haight-ashburied, western-additioned, their hopes Dashielled in the Hammets.
6. Never look back, lest you turn into a pillar of finishing salt to be pinched and plated on a fifty dollar entree at gary denko's for the heirs and heiresses of the western seaboard.
7. My hopes and aspirations withered and died—no, they were murdered—here in this city—Burn all the bridges down to the pillars, let no one leave this island once I've gone——silly rabbit, that's not me, that's that megalomaniac with the hemp jumpsuit and the 99-cent-store superpowers, this town (i.e., all those johns) left a bad taste in his mouth, like drinking OJ after having just gargled listerine.
8, 9, and 10: Cow hollow, Pac Heights, the Marina.
11. Hipsters never die, they buzz around like flies.
12. Have you seen those prices? At those prices, I'll have a lien on my soul before the next boom buries me for good.
13. I will come back to die here if I don't die somewhere else first.
14. I know where they store the rainbow flags off season. I know the garage where, the week after pride, they fold all 525 flags into 21 boxes, each box with a handful of cedar shavings. I know where pride hibernates for 11 months of the year and it beats horribly like the telltale heart.
15. Hippies never die, they buzz around like hipsters.
16. The burritos keep getting bigger and bigger, like little baby bunting.
17. My friends are always with me in everything I believe and everything I do, no matter where we end up.
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