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AMERIKA! (V1.SOCAL); ist wunderbar...
Topic Started: Aug 1 2008, 05:15 AM (43 Views)
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[size=5]WE'RE ALL LIVING IN[/size]
[size=15]A M E R I K A [/size]

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[size=1]A diamond is made after hundreds of years of compression, in extreme temperatures and under pressure that no other earthly substance can withstand. They cost hundreds, thousands, even millions of dollars, but the people will pay. They’ll pay exorbitant amounts for a rock that, though the diamond industry won’t tell you it, is almost as common as rock quartz.


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[size=6]SPARKLE FOR ME, BABY[/size]
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  • Katja scoffed derisively, and gave the girl a good, hard shake, saying, “You don’t honestly think you’re the first slimy, desperate whore who’s tried to secretly sneak into Avrum’s life and whisk him away in the middle of the night, do you?” Her laugh was cold. “I’ve run so many of you off, it’s practically become a sport.”

    The girl sputtered, shaking surprisingly well-kept hair from her face, and said, “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong--”

    “Oh really? Why don’t you just explain it to me then?” Katja was practically spitting with rage now, and had to satisfy her bloodlust with squeezing purple imprints of her fingers into the flesh of her enemy.


    “I don’t want him!”


Think of LA like a diamond. There is no place in the world that gives off the seemingly effortless aura of glitz, glamour, and beauty like Hollywood does. Nowhere else on earth but Beverly Hills will you find celebrities in huge houses that stand next to one another on the same block. The sandy beaches of Santa Monica are unlike any others—clear, bright, and a breeding ground for golden-haired surfer kids. Yup, SoCal is the place where dreams are made…at least, that’s what they tell you. Of course, in LA, where the actors and the rich smile with straight white teeth and party like they’re not human, everyone looks priceless. People like Tom Cruise and Paris Hilton are special—the diamonds of the population, if you will. But that’s not really true, is it? After all, pretty people in LA are a dime a dozen—but no one will tell you that. They’ll tell you that it’s a place where dreams are made… think like Disneyland, in Anaheim. People will tell you about those who rocket to stardom faster than you can say “implants,” about all the chances and opportunities.

  • Shifting uncomfortably, Tracy averted his eyes as he asked, “Did they…”

    Stacy’s nod was resigned, less disgusted and hurt than it should have been. “She said they did.”

    “Do you think?”

    “I don’t know,” he replied, “Rio says it never happened.”

    Struck dumb, the only thing Tracy could verbally muster was, “What are you going to do?”



They don’t tell you that you’re just another diamond—and they a’int as rare as you think.


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[size=4]DON'T STEP ON MY FINGERS
ON YOUR CRAWL TO THE TOP[/size]

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  • “But—“ he started, and Kurtis shook his head to stop him.

    “No. Tobias—man, please don’t do this.” Tulsa nodded emphatically, and Kurtis shot a glare at him, effectively wiping the smirk off the shitbag’s face—of all of them, Tulsa was probably most afraid of him, the ghetto black kid. “You know it’ll be over in a couple years—two or three, tops. Then we can go public. We can move in together—hell, we could adopt a couple of kids, kick it with the dough we’ve got saved up. But we can’t quit now. It’s just starting. We aren’t even at our peak.” Tobias stared, dumbfounded. These words came out of Kurtis’s mouth? His Kurtis?

    “But—Kurtis, no. Baby, no.” Toby’s voice had raised in his fear, in his betrayal. “You want to be a puppet for that long? You want to let Zippy the Clown over here—“ Tulsa scowled “—run your life? We have—I have money. We can live off of that! Kurtis, please.” Kurtis drew in a loud, audible breath.

    “I can’t.”


So sure, please do come to LA. Come to Southern California and try your hand at acting, at directing, at being rich and beautiful. You aren’t the only one. In fact, you aren’t even one of few. You’re one of millions, baby. In the midst of the gold, the glamour, the glitz, and the glitter of Southern California, you’re another pretty rock with some faux sparkle. Good luck standing out. Even a good polishing can’t help you now.

  • So a new thought occurred to Luke, and he smiled widely. “Tilda,” he said slowly, and the lecherous grin widened, “Tilda, Tilda. Tell your billionaire fuckbuddy that I’ll go into business with him. Sure, no problem. But I want something from him first.” Tilda nodded, eager to get her fix.

    Luke laughed. “His wife. I want his wife.”



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[size=2]AND WE'RE DROWNING, DROWNING, DROWNING IN THE GOLD[/size]
[size=5]WE'RE ALL LIVING IN[/size] AMERIKA
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