In the beginning was The Lie
The Lie was good
Colossalangeles strode the verdant fields he'd imagined only then
and plucking fragrant flowers from therein
he sighed and gave it all a name
Losangelopolis
Losangelopolis
Your sky's an unseen green screen
Losangelopolis
Zippy wonderland of scabs and tufts of hair
Losangelopolis
ThereÃs a there here
I swear dear
Bored by the swirling backlit mists of nimble fabrication
He sighs once more
Summoned thus his supplicants crawl westward
with hearts of scar
and heads of solid bone
Eager to be cruelly crushed
beneath his mighty smirk
His name slips between their lips as the black blood drips
Colossalangeles
Behold
An impossibly tall blonde negress beckons
Seized by her sultry baritone you swoon
Colossalangeles smiles
Behold
La Brea is seeping itÃs seeking its prize
Another pudgy little forearm
sinks to future fossilhood
tattoos, tendons and all
Colossalangeles winks
Out here no one can hear you scream
They're all screaming too
Inside your head he leans in close and whispers
Out here the light is so damned good
The light is so damned good
Colossalangeles awaits you in the bushes
A diagram of dirt
Bottlecaps, twigs, smoldering chicken bones
The whimper of the sacrificial rat is out of sync
with the clatter of its tiny yellow teeth
Cassolaca Losacala Collosala
Colossalangeles
Hi, Jim. I've been looking for ya for a couple thousand years my friend. Do ya ever read these things? Anyway...I'm an old friend of yours. I think I am anyways. Would love to reconnect and talk in person. How are the kiddos? They must be very adult by now. Lol. Please reach out. I tweeted ya too. Would love to catch up on last 25 yrs or so...