24/30

When in Rome

L.A. times. L.A. looks. L.A. gear. L.A. guns

and their  L.A. dodgers. Every L.A. king

to his L.A. angel. It's L.A. law. Outside

the L.A. galaxy, the teeming red zone

of L.A. exes. No more struggles to keep up

L.A. fitness. No more to take the whisper

chamber floor of the L.A. forum. Cued by

some temblor of instinct, they packed,

knew it was time to find the L.A.-free way.

Under Hollywood lighting, human sacrifice

looks like this: Leaving. A choice. A greater

L.A. for your absence.