gamine: a girl of the streets, an urchin in society

The air is strange today. It swirls with the stench of rotten flesh and melting mindless minds that are too doped up to care. The hills of Los Angeles are barely visible because of the opaque nature of people's emotions; they wear their thoughts like hats that are too big for their heads, blinding their vision as they slam into said mountains surrounding the valley of the lost. The men and women of the streets walk desultory as they bump into one another, causing sparks to ignite in the hearts of already angered individuals. Today is a day for dodging: bullets, racquet balls, dirty looks, unwanted stares, fallen gamines, reckless cars, smoggy clouds, bills, death, flies, the smell in the kitchen, the smell in the bathroom, library fees, friends, non friends, books about supernal epistemologies, etc. I hope my game is on par with what this city plans to dish out.