the windmills of the google of my mind

yo. these days, when i think of l.a. i think of tony pierce. it just fucking happened: i thought about really tall white platform shoes which made me think of really retarded white poodles which made me think of l.a. which made me think of tony. the pony. isn't that just wild? the guy's managed to insinuate himself into my terms of reference. he's a part of my fucking umwelt. damn, that's deep! i mean, it's true that i'm so high right now that i'm not sure if it's l.a. or L.A. or LA, but still.