HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD is the heart of the heartless hollywood legend.
like special moths attracted to special glitter of the nihilistic movie capital, the untalented or undiscovered are spewed into the streets by the make~it legend.
You came here to find the wish fulfilled in 3-D among the flowers; the evasive child-world projected insistently into adulthood, the make-believe among the awesome palm trees that the invitation of technicolored gold-laced movies, (along the soda fountain and stardom and the thousand realized miracles which that alone implies), of perpetual sun, (seldom the lonesomeness of the invitation of the last frontier of glorious liberty, (go shirtless and barefoot along the streets), have promised us long distance for oh so long.
the invitation to rot obliviously, to die without feeling it, to grow old looking young, is everywhere in this glorious, sunny, many-colored city.
HOLLYWOOD~ the fringe world of beyond the movie lots. hollywood: sex and religion and cops and nymphos and cults and sex and religion and junk..... and sex and sects and flowers and junk and religion..... fairies and nymphos and sick, sick, cops........ and sex.
HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD IS THE IMITATION OF A DREAM.
JOHN RECHY~ CITY OF NIGHT- 1963
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