The city shimmers in the distance, seducing me with hope, beckoning me down the yellow brick road. An optical phenomenon, vertical stacks - the Legoland of LA LA Land...a facade from which to broadcast my dreams. I found my motor city.
The city was cloaked in a grey shroud, creating a blank canvas, a green screen - the perfect foil for the metal monsters and seraphin sculptures that masquerade as hotel marquees in Hollywood. Seducing us, wrapping us in an aura of an era gone by and come again. I found my Motor City.
Sunrise on Sunset taunts me with a glimpse - the City of the Angels glimmers like a mirage, wearing a hazy mushroom cloud like a halo. While hopes and dreams are coming apart at the seams, Upstarts and pop ups still brave the fantasies of fame. I don't know where to go now but I've gotta get there fast. I'm chasing my future and trying to out run my past. Wheelin' down the Rock-N-Roll Ginza, I'm home at last. I found my Motor City...
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